Emma's Diary

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Emma’s Diary

Entry #1 Aug. 24th, 1894

My New Life

Today I finally made my arrival in
Blackpool, England! I already miss
My friends and family back in
Iowa, but I always swore that after
my final year at the teacher’s college
I would spread my wings and see
more of this glorious world!

I have arranged boarding with
the headmistress under whom
I shall apprentice in exchange
for menial household chores.
I’m not much of an asset in
the kitchen! With any luck at
all my modicum of culinary
proficiency shall suffice.

Sept. 5th, 1894
The diminutive community is
not exactly teeming with
activity, but I’m anxious to
attend the annual Autumn
dance this Friday evening!

Entry #2 – Sept. 10th, 1894
An Intriguing Man
The Autumn formal was absolutely
what my homesick heart required.
Any time is an occasion for a dance,
as my father is one to proclaim.
I felt at home for the first time
since my arrival in England.

This evening’s revelry also
brought an encounter with a
dashing young man by the
name of Charles Dalimar.
An exceptionally handsome
fellow, this one. I do believe he
requested my hand for the
better half of the gala! When
not dancing about like two of
my young students, we were
engrossed in conversations, both
enthralling and mundane.

I must have made quite an
impression for his eyes did not
long take leave of mine.

Entry #3 – Feb. 5th, 1895
Courtship & Proposal
For many months now, my days
have been spent educationg my
students’ young minds, while my
evenings belong to my wonderful
Charles. He often steals me from
my chores, but the headmistress
does not seem to mind.

March 14th, 1895
After a delightful carriage ride
this evening, Charles amazed
me by dropping to one knee and
producing a most beautiful
engagement ring!

This is the moment in life
for which every young woman
waits: a wealthy, handsome
man asking for her hand in
marriage.

As Charles knelt before me, his
request hanging in the air, I felt
my breath catch…

Entry #4 – March 16th, 1895
Indecision
I have avoided Charles these past
days while I give his proposal its
due measure of contemplation.
I’ve awaited this experience for as
long as I can remember and I find
myself wondering how different my
life might become.

March 17th, 1895
After shedding many a tear, I
made up my mind to decline
Charles’ proposal. It’s so
difficult to be certain that I’ve
made the correct decision, yet I
feel my adult life is just now
beginning to unfold!

March 18th, 1895
The delay of my reply, coupled
with my melancholy demeanor,
must surely have wounded
Charles this day.

I have denied that which he has
so graciously offered.

Entry #5 – April 3rd, 1895
A Friend Returns

Charles took my refusal with great
disappointment, and I fear it to be
the end of our friendship. While I
feel not yet prepared for the bonds
of marriage, it pains my heart to
wound him so. Have I made the
correct decision?

April 5th, 1895
After more than two weeks
absence, I received a welcome
visitor! Charles surprised me
after school today with a
bouquet of red roses in front of
a most mischievous grin. I was
overjoyed to see him and took
comfort in knowing he
appreciated my decision.

Charles excitedly delivered
news of his purchase of a large
acreage on a remote periphery
of the township. He has secured
funding to construct a
beautiful home.

Entry #6 – May 14th, 1895
Tragedy
A dark cloud of mourning has
befallen the town. A carpenter by
the name of Frank Williams fell to
his death this very morning.
Dropped from the top-most
scaffolding on Charles Dalimar’s
future home, to be quite specific.

May 16th, 1895
Today I accompanied Charles to
the funeral of the poor man
whose life was lost at the foot
of his new home. Charles
remained quiet and sullen
during the proceedings. I was
deeply saddened to learn that
the deceased left behind a
young wife and two children.

As the pallbearers lowered the
coffin into the ground, Charles
leaned near and whispered,
“perhaps I am a cursed man,
meant to reside alone within
my bedevilled (sic) manor."

Entry #7 – May 23rd, 1895
News from Home
I received an unfortunate letter
from home. My father is ill. Mother
did not write of the details, but she
requested that I return to Iowa as
quickly as is reasonably possible. My
sadness and apprehension threaten
to overwhelm me, but

I am doing my best to keep
that darkness at bay for now.

I will speak with the
headmistress before I make
arrangements for travel. I
must also inform Charles that
I will be taking leave of England
for a spell, if not for good. It
will sadden me a great deal to
leave my new friends behind
but I’m quite frantic with
concern for my father.

It seems that unlucky events
have been surrounding me of
late...

Entry #8 – May 24th, 1895
I Must Return Home
The headmistress was quite
compassionate regarding my
situation. She offered to pack my
belongings, but I could not let her.
She has already done so much; gone
far beyond what her duties dictate.

Charles did not react in such a
manner. I informed him that I
must leave, that my father is
ill and my family requires my
presence. He is greatly upset.
He nearly went into a tirade.
He made am attempt to flatter
me, I believe, with the
explanation that his new home
would be named in my honor. I
must wonder if he is
attempting to secure my
return to England, to him, and
his home. I must prepare my
departure and cannot think of
such things right now.

Entry #9 – June 1st, 1895
Unwell
I am feeling unwell and retired
shortly after dinner this evening.
I’m certain that my malaise is the
product of sad goodbyes and the
stress of leaving England so
abruptly. It’s probably apprehension
regarding my father’s condition.

June 2nd, 1895
The ship upon which I booked
passage to New York has
already departed without me.
I’ve contracted a high fever and
find it difficult to stand for
even short periods of time
without intense vertigo.

Concern for my father’s health
has gained a friend in my fear
for my own well-being.

Charles has graciously offered
boarding and attendance within
his newly completed manor
until I am well enough to make
the long journey home.

Entry #10 – June 10th, 1895
Unusual Behavior
While my malady goes undiagnosed,
I am left to search medical
encyclopedias for comparable
symptoms. Although many have
passed from Yellow Fever, I am
thankfully not experiencing
evidence to its presence.

Charles takes good care of me,
but lately has become rather
withdrawn. I often hear
peculiar sounds from his
workshop and he appears to be
keeping odd hours.

My accommodations are
pleasant and I spend the
greater part of my day resting
in hopes of regaining my
strength. When possible, I enjoy
exploring this wonderful,
stately manor. Charles has built
a most beautiful albeit
cluttered, home. He appears to
take great pride in procuring an
absolute horde (sic) of varied
nonessentials!

Entry #11 – June 14th, 1895
Doctor Visit
I grow weaker with each day’s
passing, and last night took a turn
for the worse. I am now
experiencing blackouts and find it
difficult to keep my mind focused.
My body seems almost incapable of
regulating temperature.

June 15th, 1895
The local physician arrived again
this morning and ran his
routine array of probing and
reviewing my failing condition.
I am exhausted with the
endless parade of horse pills and
repulsive elixirs I must ingest
in hopes of restraining my
symptoms.

Charles, too, has become
exceedingly fatigued with the
burden of my care and has
suggested we take hire of a
live-in nursemaid to provide
assistance. I am fortunate to
have such a kindly friend.

Entry #12 – June 21st, 1895
Strange Behavior
Charles’ absence has become
increasingly commonplace. Although
he benevolently tends to me, he is
often away from the house for
extended periods and returns with
the most unusual oddities.

One such example is the ever
expanding library on the floor
above my quarters. He has
taken up an affinity for
compiling an extensive
assortment of books and
manuals whose subject matter
would chill your very heart.
Great tomes on topics
including dark magic, voodoo,
and witchcraft have exceeded
shelf space and must be piled
waist high.

I was aware of Charles’
penchant for the written word,
yet his theme of choice is
most unsettling.

Entry #13 – July 13th, 1895
Feverish Dream
I cannot sleep. Each time I do,
something wakes me and I feel
chilled. This night it was a terrible
dream, a nightmare that was
seemingly quite real, which made
my blood pump so that I could not
rest...

I was here in this room, sitting
in my wheelchair. I looked down
to see myself wearing a gown of
white, beautifully made of lace
and satin. It took a moment to
recognize that it was a wedding
dress. I felt a paralysis
throughout my body as I sat,
frozen in this gown. My soaring
temperature is causing many
such frightening nightmares.

Also, I am quite concerned that
I have yet to receive further
communication from home.
My father’s health weighs
greatly on my mind.

Am I missing something here?

karen she's transcribing the diary entries from ravenhearst for better clue detecting

I'm still not to sure if I understand. May be having a dumb blond senior moment

basically .. some of us think that there are clues in the diary entries themselves. but since we can't remember them word for word.. eleanor took screenshots of them and is now posting them all so that we have a single place with all the diary entries

Entry #14 – July 14th, 1895
Welcome Company
Today brought the arrival of a nurse
named Rose Somerset. Charles
insists on using the old term
“matron”, but I prefer to think
that she is more of a maid who will
be checking my health in addition to
keeping up the house.

Regardless of the titular
formalities, I am very pleased
and excited for Rose’s
company! Charles is still very
distracted, although I have not (sic)
idea as to what he does with
his time these days. But, now I
can spend time with this kind
woman. She might just bring a
bit of light into my life, which
has been lacking as my health
has dwindled.

My affliction has made it
difficult to move about, so I
am now confined to do so with
the help of a wheelchair.

I don't understand. Clues to what?

to figuring out the clues that picman has been giving us regarding the release of MCF 5

oh

karenplop wrote:I don't understand. Clues to what?

Karen, I guess some people here think the next MCF has something to do with Ravenhurst.

Entry #15 – Aug. 2nd, 1895
The Dress
Rose has been an amazing blessing,
and for all the care she has given
me, I am most thankful for the
much needed companionship. She,
too, has noticed the odd behavior
that Charles has been exhibiting.

This afternoon, Rose posed a
rather unexpected question by
asking if Charles had ever
previously wed. I explained he
had not, and made clear his
intentions towards me.
Curiously, I questioned why she
should ask and she recounted
coming across a wedding gown
while cleaning the wardrobe
upstairs.

She brought me the gown and I
felt my heart arrest when I
laid eyes upon it. She displayed
the very same dress from my
nightmare some days ago!

What if it's Madam Fate? Guess we will have to wait and be surprised. That's more fun anyway.