Well, after watching the tape, I just crawled to the bed and passed out. I don't think I had ever been this tired in my life. I was dizzy, and just emotionally wiped out. After I got up, Pistachio ran out of the larger bedroom yelling, 'The bed is gone! The bed is gone!" I asked him what had happened and he said he got up and Coco's bed, the one she usually slept in and where he found the urn under, was just gone. I couldn't believe that they were able to just move a bed like that with noone in the house noticing, but they must have drugged everybody or something, gas maybe, and come in and done it. Cause he's right. The bed is gone. So is one of our dining room chairs. These people aren't just bastards. They are SICK bastards. Once I find out what is going on here, there will be hell to pay, Journal! 

Saul-Ted finally realized he needed a shower (especially after peeing on the floor earlier when he was scared), and Mr. P. had forgotten to eat, he was so sad about Coco. (Maybe he was the one who possibly flirted with her that one time?) 

The guests were freaked out by everything that had happened, and the tape showed them leaving the house. Yeah, we won't be seeing these two again, that's for sure. 

Saul-Ted was so sad, he forgot he needed a shower and just stared at the urn while Mr. P. sobbed. It was so heartbreaking to watch this on tape! I wish I could have comforted them! I wish I could have been here to stop the fire instead of making all of that stupid money at work! That's right, I'm all about Fortune, but I would give up all of the money I will ever make in my life if I could have stopped this, Journal.  

And she continued to do so, while Mr. P. put Coco's urn on the phone table, and began mourning as well, along with the alien coworker who had come home with me earlier. I doubt she'll ever want to visit again. 

Pistachio found an urn under one of the beds. How creepy is that, that they put that there! And right under the bed Coco usually slept in, too! Something really not right is going on in this place. Anyway, he put Coco's burnt remains in the urn and started mourning for her right away. Hazel was in a bit of denial and tried to chat up the horrified Patra kid who was visiting. 

I then had to watch everybody on the tape, the survivors, all stinky from the fire, and freaked out and in shock. 

It seems like once Death claimed his victim, Coco, the fire wasn't needed anymore, and went out. It could be coincidence, though. 

That's when the tape got really strange. I had tears running down my face, but I still could see something on the tape that I cannot believe I actually saw. It was the Grim Reaper, Journal. Don't laugh at me, Journal, I mean it. He looked just like they say--bones, cloak, sickle. It could be a glitch on the tape, I guess or our captors could have doctored the tape. At least I'm hoping they did. I don't want to ever see that awful apparition ever again. 

The fire burst up around her, and the guys actually risked their own lives to try to save her, but they couldn't get close enough to do anything. 

I screamed at the tape, "Coco, NOOOO!!!!" while watching her calmly step into a burning pile that used to be one of out counters. She seemed to come to herself when she began to burn, but it was too late. 

Coco strangely wandered out of the kitchen, like she had forgotten about the fire, which I thought was strange, but she had done something like that during her last fire, when she tried to take a bath. The really strange thing was that she wandered right back into the kitchen, with this serene look on her face, like a cow headed to slaughter. 

That left the rest of the residents in danger, however, as they all kept panicing way too close to the flames, which were beginning to consume half of the kitchen. 

Luckily, my Mac, Captain Hickory, and Hazel were soundly sleeping, so they were out of danger--unless one of them woke up. I'm really glad these walls are pretty much soundproof! 

It was maddening to watch. No one could get the wits to try to put out the fire, or to call a fireman. They just ran in circles, jumping and screaming. And again, our captors just let it happen, taping the whole thing, not caring that they could all die. The bastards. 

And we had guests over, too! Luckily, neither of them got hurt, but if they had, the repurcussions would have been awful, I just know it! 

It was Coco who started the fire, just like last time. Why did that girl always refuse to watch the Yummy Channel? She said it wasn't "dark" enough for her, but if she had just watched some like everyone else, this tragedy might not have occured. Or if I had been home. Or not bought groceries. Sigh. 

Then it cut to Mac, Pistachio and Coco, all happily making their individual dinners with the groceries I had just bought. Why did I go ahead and get groceries? Why couldn't I have just left them with the pizza until I got off of work? 

When I came to, and put the new tape that was left for me in the VCR with trembling hands, I saw the horror unfold. It started with Mr. P. muttering and twisting his hands. He kept saying "The bad thing, the bad thing . . . " over and over again. 

But when I got out of my money-induced haze and really looked around me, I saw that something truly horrible had happened while I was enjoying my new job. Piles of ash where the stove and counters used to be??? And is that . . . an urn??? That was my last awful thought before I fainted from the shock. 

When I got home, I was ecstatic--I had made so much money from my night's work, and the night went great, too! 

I also quickly ordered another pizza, since the residents were fading fast, and took a little bathroom break before the ambulance pulled up to take me to work. 

I got home and I had gotten a promotion! But I realized how hungry the residents were, and barely had time to call for groceries with th emoney I earned today (and my bonus--yay!) before my new night job started! 

Like poor Saul-Ted here, who almost made it to a bed before realizing someone was already in it and passing out. 

And they were not only hungry, but they were also exhausted and didn't have the strength to get to the beds!