Game: The Witch's House

I heard a whistling sound.
It was close, and I heard it every time I'm heaving chest.
So I learned that it was not the wind, and the sound coming out of me.
This room is so cold, so dark.
Oh, no I was there also on this cold floor before?
I closed my eyes with one thought.
Tears, blood, I don't know what flowing down my cheeks.
Powerful gusts of wind blew in the window.
I heard as I looked through the pages lying on the table diary.
It was my diary.
The book in a red cover in which everything was written about me.
I remembered everything that was written, as if it happened yesterday.
Although I never wrote in this diary, I knew what it said.