Television

Day 3

Saturday, June 7,1973
Dear Diary,

First night here was rough. My room was freezing and it reeked with the smell of rotten eggs. Someone was watching the television, but it was only static. Pretty sure it was just my Father. I still haven't finished unpacking everything yet. My cat isn't quite fond of the television, but Melvin has always been an odd cat so I am not too bothered. I went outside today and found some dead birds by the window. Creepy. I heard there is a lake nearby. I'll have to go there someday. My brother keeps messing with the stuff around the house and claims it's not him. My Mother doesn't believe him, she says he's just, "a rebellious 16 year old" Anyways, the television just turned on, so I'm going to go check it out.

Signed,
Melanie Hardsy