Dear Journal,

Dodging daybreak is such a chore. Staying cooped up in a coffin for up to twelve hours is a small price to pay for immortality, but at least as a mortal you get to choose whether you sleep or not and when. Perhaps I shall pay another visit to the arctic circle someday... But, ah, I digress. Let me tell you about my day before I forget it. I am in the awful habit of misplacing my more useless memories, after all. 

Do you know, that unabashed mortal we saw... I caught him taking *pictures* of my rats that I'd sent out to scare the locals. Utterly unforgivable! Such things do require a smidge of energy to muster. I am already peckish enough as it is without having my art being needlessly wasted on the ignorant. Well, really. What better way to spice things up then with a biblical plague? The insects are going down a treat, and I do believe our little plaything is starting to get a wee bit spooked.

It was easy enough to find his current abode. There is this dearest little old lady living with him. The old are not really in my tastes, but I think her sudden dissapearance might give us some time to decide on our grand entrance, hmmm? 

I want him to be utterly rivetted before he succumbs to the deepest terror...