Agatha Christie: Endless Night

She was really frightened for Ellie. She warned her, warned her to go away, have nothing to do with Gipsy's Acre.

She was warning her, of course, to have nothing to do with me. I didn't understand that. Ellie didn't understand either.

Was it me Ellie was afraid of? I think it must have been though she didn't know it herself. She knew there was something threatening her, she knew there was danger.

Santonix knew the evil in me, too, just like my mother.

Perhaps all three of them knew. Ellie knew but she didn't mind, she never minded. It's odd, very odd. I know now.

We were very happy together. Yes, very happy. I wish I'd known then that we were happy I had my chance.

Perhaps everyone has a chance. I – turned my back on it. It seems odd, doesn't it, that Greta doesn't matter at all? And even my beautiful house doesn't matter.

Only Ellie…

And Ellie can never find me again…

Endless Night… That's the end of my story…

In my end is my beginning – that's what you always say.

But what does it mean?

And where, exactly, is my beginning? It is up to me to find out…