Entry #1
The cold wind blows. It is December 21. Almost Christmas day. Well, I think it is the 21. I lost track of time. I have been trapped in this basement for about a week now. I Still have no clue why or how I am down here. I am writing this diary entry because it is the only thing I have to do. Why am I down here? How did I get down here? I have no idea. I am stuck in this dark, cold, dirty basement. I have a bed and some old food, covered in dust. I have a drain that must lead outside that I can use to... well, you know. It's almost Christmas and I will probably be stuck here. No sight of anyone else who lives here. Just me. But every day when I wake up there is some food and water left at the door. So someone knows I am down here. I hope someone can one day find this journal if I don't get out of here. Well, that's my entry. Time to sit here and look for a way out, like usual.
