The Attic

I don't know when I'd be able to admit to myself that buying this house was a bad idea. I'm not sure how long I'd stay sane either, for the only thing I ever called mine was causing me nothing but torment. This place is wrapped with secrets that haunted me the more I tried to uncover them. There's something dark about this house, but the struggles that I had in the past that enabled me to buy a home didn't allow me to give up. Call it pride, but it's really not hard to let go of something you hold dear. I'm desperate. This race against time and the entity that's after me, I am not sure if I could keep up.

I believe there's a way to end all this. Every page I flip in this diary is one step closer to finally understanding the mystery that enshrouds this place.