国庆节

October 7th, 1933

Dear Diary,

Today was a really strange and scary day. It was the National Day of the Netherlands, but it turned out to be anything but normal for me and mom. Dad, General Jacob, went out for a speech, leaving me and mom at home.

In the afternoon, when I was reading in my room, I suddenly heard some strange noises coming from the attic. It was a kind of scratching and rustling sound, as if something was moving up there. I called out to mom, and she came running, looking just as scared as I was.

We decided to go up to the attic and check it out. The stairs creaked under our feet, and the air was thick with dust. When we opened the attic door, a cold draft blew in our faces. The room was dark and full of shadows.

As we looked around, we saw some old boxes that seemed to have been moved. There were marks on the floor, like something heavy had been dragged across it. Mom's hand tightened around mine, and I could feel her trembling.

Then, we heard another noise, this time coming from behind a big stack of old clothes. We slowly approached, our hearts pounding in our chests. When we pushed the clothes aside, we found a hole in the wall. It looked like someone had been trying to break through from the other side.

We were so scared that we rushed back downstairs. We locked all the doors and windows, but still, the feeling of unease wouldn't go away. I kept imagining all sorts of scary things, and mom tried to comfort me, but I could see the fear in her eyes too.

I hope dad comes home soon. I don't know what's going on, but I know that with him here, we'll feel safer.

Good night, diary. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Johann