Yesterday, I woke up before dawn and searched for Miss Ellen. The whole street was out. We searched the forest for hours for any sign of her. The only thing we found were tattered rags covered in blood. Ruth believes they belonged to Miss Ellen. I do believe she is gone. It has definitely shook the whole street. People are scared. Ruth is packing some stuff and now staying with Tom and his family. Real, palpable fear has taken hold of our neighborhood. A couple of families packed up and left this morning. To be honest, I don't blame them. I would've done the same thing if I had a family. I'm not sure if it was the whole Miss Ellen situation alone or if it was that combined with the strange howls we heard for the first time last night. I had never heard such a cry. It was enough to set the hairs on your neck on end. They were close too. Real close. Not sure if it might be a different breed of wolf, but I always believed there were no wolves around here. Either way, I think I'll stay up tonight. I don't know if I feel safe sleeping in the dark anymore.