The Sanctity of the Messenger Bag

Dear Diary,

I know I am not supposed to think about what is written in a message when someone gives it to me to deliver, but I am going to go CRAZY if I don’t tell someone this!

It all started when scary old Father Goonwall stopped me up on the balcony. He gave me a letter to take to an address in the Gut. THE GUT. It was a creepy abandoned looking house, I had to do a special knock he told me and wait for someone to take it, not just leave it there.I was just about to leave when finally this man opened the door and he gives me the hairy eyeball, it was AWFUL, diary! I gave him the letter and got out of there as fast as I could. 

So three days later old Goonie is thumping his cane up on the balcony to get my attention, why can’t he just come down to the office like anyone else? He gives me this big fat envelope all stuffed and soft, like it’s full of money maybe, I don’t know, I didn’t look but that’s what it felt like, and I had to take it to the exact same place as before, and the same man came to the door and took it and gave me those awful looks. Well, that was that, right?

But then the very next day, the Dagon Hall burned down, and when me and Emily went to go see, and the Dagon people all there picking through the ruins to save what they could, and they had ropes and were trying to get a big statue out of the ruins onto a cart that they brought, and there was those awful Pennyfarthing Boys all standing watching and looking real happy about it, and that man was with them! Coincidence? Yeah, maybe, but get this diary: Father Goonie was up thumping on the balcony first thing the next morning, so I go up to see what he wants this time, and he’s all “Child! Run and fetch me a newspaper!” And you know what was on the front page, right? It was all about the fire Dagon Hall. So I bought a paper and brought it back for him, and I swear old Goonwall looked happy when I brought it back! I didn’t stay because he creeps me out so much, but I thought he was going to dance a jig he looked so happy. Can you imagine him dancing? I thought I heard him cackling to himself. He has never done anything but scowl at us before, ever!

But, diary, I’m not supposed to say about where I take my packages, but what if someone was killed? I’d have to tell someone, right?

I swear I’m going to go crazy!