(Mirajane's Diary) 21 October, I was petrified at the looks of the house, the walls, the windows and the door, all of them are covered in shades of green and grey. Dust layered the windows and also the pillars in the front entrance of the oak cabin. I went into the house through the creaky front door, the first sight I saw was a round birch table, on top of it was a vase for a flower but the flower that was in the vase wasn't wilting the right way, it wilted in a straight structure which really made the creeps in me. My dad is actually over-excited to living in that house. I picked a room on the second floor, it was less creepy than the other rooms I checked out, there's a single old pine bed, next to it is an oil lamp and in that room, there's a big mirror on top of a dresser, my room is also complete with a wardrobe and a dusty window, the rusty frame of the window makes it look like it's leaning to the side. Although the house looks unique but no matter where I am in that house, I always felt like there's something that doesn't want us in that house.