Entry #3

There's something in here. I was looking at the poems on the ceiling when something flew past the window. I thought nothing of it until it appeared at the doorway. I'm hiding behind a desk now. I've only caught a glimpse of it. It looked like a monster, some overgrown bird-like monster. I'm going to take a look at it again.

It's an owl. A 9-foot tall barn owl. Its got some sort of bag on its back. A messenger bag, looks like. Hang on, it's putting it down. It's emptying the bag…. books. A lot of books. It's putting the bag back on now… it's flown away. I've got to get out of here.

Send prayers for me,

O. Grantly