25 November, 1973, 4:09pm-
I tried to fall asleep last night but I couldn't. I usually forget my dreams after my head rises from the pillow, but these past weeks I've remembered the dreams in immense color. After I woke up this morning I went to the store and stocked my home with food, drink and of course ink as you can tell. I then filled in my landlord with the strange happenings of this household, he said he didn't know what I was talking about and that if I was seeing things then maybe I should see a doctor. I've never felt so offended in my life. But anyways I could tell that he was lying because as he spoke he never looked me straight in the eye. He was either lying or had a crush on me, phycology has told me. I'd prefer it be the latter but I'm afraid not. After I got home, I phoned a few old friends and invited them for a dinner party in a few days. Most of them live far away so they will have to spend the night here. I hope they don't have the same dream as I have been getting. On the other hand it might prove that I'm not crazy. This is Eliza Parkers and I am signing off at 4:56pm, 25 November, 1973. -stop
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The previous owners
HorrorRegular houses aren't always what they seem... Haunted houses aren't any better. And Eliza Parkers knows this firsthand. She would tell you about it. But she just happens to be dead.
