Hoof-Trodden Diary

A plain, unadorned note.

Properties

• Books
• Rarity: Common
•  Weight: 0.1 kg / 0.2 lb
• Price: 14 gp

Text

[This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.]

I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch?

I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep.

The doll, it's everywhere. I tried to warn the others, but I can't speak. Can't walk. My fingers stiffen as I write. Adrienne, get -

[The page ends in a bizarre off-kilter scrawl.]