The following are excerpts from the diaries found inside the wall.

FRANCIS

January 16th

I don’t like this house. We are too isolated. Currently we are snowed in and I feel like the walls are closing in on us. Bobby is outside playing in the snow with his father. They love it. As I watch them from the kitchen window the tension inside my head is an ever tightening band and I’m clenching my jaw in an effort not to scream. The hare is there again by the wall, watching me

Apparently only I can hear the sounds coming from the hole in the pantry wall. I hear them all day and night now, a low and constant whispering of female voices. They want me to take the things out of the wall. I want to so badly but I know it will bring danger to my son and husband.

They are not wanted here.

CHARLOTTE

June 3rd

My sister and I took the horse and cart down to the village today for supplies. When we returned Mother seemed very upset. That troublesome hare had been sat at the open kitchen door again, watching. I understand her concern for I can hear it talking to me in my head. I dare not ask her if she can hear it too.

LYDIA

March 12th

James asked me today what on earth was happening to my poetry. Apparently it's rather morose and gloomy. He forgets it’s my writing that pays the bills whilst he swans about the moor trying to shoot the poor wildlife. How dare he snoop on my work anyway!

I have felt a shift in my writing since we moved to this godforsaken place. It reflects my surroundings. Cold, bleak, damp and dark. Moving here he got what he wanted as always, so I will jolly well write as I like!

ELIZABETH

Nov 9th

Little Edward is ill. It’s this place, I’ve felt it since we came here. It does not care for men or boys. There is darkness here inside these walls. Hidden things. I cannot explain it to Charles he will think I have hysteria or some such. That I am fanciful with too much imagination.

But I hear the other women in my head and I feel them chattering in my blood. They don’t wish to harm me they want my help. A man could never understand. If it were not for my darling Edward then I think I would do as they ask.

EVELYN

Oct 15th

Hugo could have warned me that we were moving to the backend of nowhere whilst he wrote his next stupid play. We have no telephone so I play the gramophone all day long. I doubt he is able to concentrate but I am so bloody bored here that I don’t care. The place is decidedly creepy and Hugo says that it’s famous for witches around here. Good maybe one will carry me off on her broomstick somewhere more fun!

SUE

April 2nd

I shouldn’t have brought Simon with me. I’d done enough research to know that it was a bad idea to bring a man here. He thinks he’s fine blundering around upstairs with his bloody spirit box listening for ghosts. Is he safe here? I don't really know. Right now he’s crashed out oblivious he’s had so many cans of his cheap, nasty beer.

This place reaches so deep I can feel the vibration in my teeth and the soft fingers stroking my scalp. The women's voices in my head.

I think it’s time I opened the wall.

MARY

March

I’m fair sick with longing for my whoam and kin. William’s a gradely chap, working his fingers to the bone on our bit of land, but I’m feyrt I’m turning into a mazed woman. This house, it threaps at me day and neet. Whatever mun I do?