November 25th, 1491

I have not been writing.  Not much to right about, it is strange but everything has gone quiet.  Mary, Phillip and I have discussed this, and we think something big is going to happen.  Why else would all the beings of hell disappear from the face of the Earth?  I hate the quiet...  At least the ghosts seem to still be active enough so we have something to do as we move across this land...