I can’t leave. 

Do not stay here. 

There’s blood in the foundations of this place. 

There is a ritual to keep them in their rooms. 

Their cages. 

Don’t call out to them. 

The Witch in the first room covets the warmth of the living. 

The Child in the second room covets the life of those who have lived. 

The King is always hungry. 

Red eyes in the dark. 

A night full of teeth. 

Do not stay here. 

-Written on tissue paper and hidden in a cupboard.