I have never experienced something so unique. Beautiful, significant, terrifying, scary, yet...glorious. 'Amazing' as I would say. Something like this wouldn't happen to just anyone, any family. I guess I'm just lucky.

~JUNE 1, 2032

MIKAZE AI

JOURNAL ENTRY

NO. 1

As I read about...well...that, I felt chills run down my spine as I remembered what had happened that night. That night when I was ten, a child. No I am twenty-one, so that was eleven years ago. Exactly eleven years ago today. It was June first of 2043. I live with my husband, Ranmaru Kurosaki. He's a boy. I'm actually gay, so...

What happened that night, eleven years ago, is still a mystery to me. Ever since that, I've been a Paranormal Investigator. Yes, in the paranormal field. That night gave me inspirat-

"Yo, Ai, do you know where I put my car keys?" I shook my head. "Nope. I was thinking, too..." Ranmaru looked at me. "About what?" I smiled. "I wanted to go home-you know, the place where I had my first experience with the paranormal, I want to figure out what's there." Ranmaru shrugged. "OK, but what if somebody lives there?" I sighed. "Maybe they've gone through the same things, so they'll let us investigate. Even so, I used to live there...they'd let us in." Ranmaru looked at me with an unconvincing look, "Yeah, but what if they don't let us in? Oh! What if that house isn't even there anymore? Then, what will we do, Mr. I Know Everything?" I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Forget those thoughts. We're going now. Get the keys." Ranmaru grudgingly complied.

As I turned the wheel to guide the car onto memory lane, I gasped. The houses have been upgraded. I saw dogs, cats, families, and children playing in the yards. Then, I saw it. The house. It was vacant, abandoned.

There was an old, beat-up tire swing hanging on what I called the 'Hanging Tree.' I called it the 'Hanging Tree' because when I walked outside the day I turned six, there was an old, ripped, bloody noose hanging on one of the highest branches. After a while, I learned about a hanging tree and a noose, including suicide. So then I came to call it the 'Hanging Tree."