Just got up. Well actually just got dragged out of what Mum calls 'my pit'. I'm sure she's got better things to do with her time - like sorting out her recycling, but there you go.

There was another hole dug last night. I heard them. They thought they were being quiet but they obviously don't realise noise travels at night. Thump, scrape, thud. It went on for hours. I turned off the lights in my room before I opened the curtains, ever so slightly, just to see what was going on. The bloke and his son were out there. In darkness. Digging. And this morning (OK, its afternoon now) the hole was gone again.

I've given up on my dead body theory. There was nothing in the ground when I went to ivesitgate, after all. Any why dig so many? So I reckon they must be looking for something. Not buried treasure or anything like that cos they'd use a metal detector, right? So what is it?

Oh, and I spoke to Julie yesterday. She completely blanked me when I asked to come round, but she said she'd come round to me anytime. What use is that? I don't actually want to study with her - she's a freak. But don't worry. I have a plan. So she'll be coming round tomorrow and I'll let you know how it goes. I am going to get into that house. I was going to say if its the last thing I do, but I don't want to tempt fate.