Dear diary.
Mommy and dad have been making us live in the basement for the last few days.
It's to keep us safe, they say, but it gets really stuffy during the night and I can't sleep, so I sometimes sneak upstairs.
Sometimes I talk to Aunt Maria.
She always stays in the back yard and appears when the sky goes all weird and when scary noises come from outside.
I always ask her to come in, but she tells me she can't and that I should go out instead.
I think it's because dad doesn't want her around, he always told me she died in 2001.
He's a liar, and I think he wants the monsters to eat her.
The door's always locked, but I can reach the garage controls.