Mm... [sigh.] The ghosts left after three night, leaving just the instruments behind. Those vanished later, I believe... [though she may still have a banjo pick around.]

A coyote walking on two legs showed up, and with it came these slanderous posters depicting various other captive here with lists of supposed crimes. More than a few times I found myself trapped in some kind of...spell or hallucination of places beyond here, some of which seemed familiar to a few. There was more to that I'm sure, but...as I said, I wound up in stone for some time. I hadn't gotten the time to investigate why, as storms rolled in and... [she slows down here.] Destroyed...everything. While we were hounded by vicious mirrors of ourselves.

[she pauses, mouth taut.]

Those latter happenings...I haven't made proper accounts of them yet.