In writing a letter there must be the one who wrote it. But how will you know if the person who's giving you the letters is really a person?
You never see him, never hear him. How can you trust the person behind the closed, old, creepy door?
Vivian...
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Dear Diary,
I don't usually write but I don't have a choice. I'm living in hell, walang internet connection. Hindi ko nga alam kung gumagana ba ang telebisyon sa sala. And the worst part is I am away from my friends. I want to celebrate my birthday with them pero parang hindi na mangyayari iyon.
I am stuck in this old, creepy place. A mansion in the middle of the woods. Mabuti na lang talaga at may generator dito na nagp-provide ng electricity sa buong lugar.
I found a weird room on the third floor. Aunt Ravina warned me not to disturb him. Sinong him? I mean, ang seryoso niya habang sinasabi iyon as if it is a really serious matter. Sinabi niya rin sakin na iwasan ko ang pagpunta sa third floor in order to avoid messing with "his" silence.
What are they keeping there? A monster? Maybe a really really introverted person who will eat everyone he sees because of extreme anxiety? Ridiculous.
May nakita akong picture kanina. Picture siya ng masayang pamilya pero hindi ko na nagawang magtanong dahil hindi tumitigil sa pagsasalita si Auntie Ravina. It is also bothering me kasi wala pa akong nakikitang ibang tao dito bukod saamin. Well, this house is huge so maybe I will get to meet them tomorrow.
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Ginamit ko ang ballpen para gawing book mark bagonito ilapag sa lamesa. The lamp started to flicker maybe because of how ancient it is. Not going to lie, everything about this house looks ancient and outdated.
This house was built between eighteen and nineteen hundred. A Victorian house. So, hindi na ako magugulat kung bigla na lang mag bagsakan ang mga pader dito kahit anong oras.
*Tap *tap *tap
I heard a tapping from the window. Sinilip ko siya mula dito sa pwesto ko pero nahaharangan siya ng kulay maroon na kurtina kaya hindi ko makita. Baka sanga lang iyon ng puno na tumatama sa salamin dahil sa hangin. It's windy and I'm not going to scare myself by thinking it's something more than that.
