Dear Diary,
Like the basement is the only room without electricity. There's a bunch of candles down there and when I lit them there wasn't much to see. It was pretty empty except for the candles. It looked like something was there for a long time though, like a table or something. The place kinda gives me the creeps. Ahh, mom's calling me to help clean stuff out of the living room. Ciao for now.
Dear Diary (like again today)
Oh man you are never gonna believe this! When we took these old books out of this bookcase, we hit a switch or something and we found a secret room! There's some dusty trunks with books and stuff in them. Dad said maybe I could go through them for something to. Maybe, if I'm so bored even Collinsport looks exciting I'll give it a go. besides they must be important if they were hidden away. But all that dust! I'd have to go in with a protective suit or something cos I am NOT getting spiderwebs and dust in my hair. Like who do I look like? Lily Munster? I hope we can get a professional cleaning crew in here. I miss our maid from back home, even if she didn't speak much english. In California we would never live in such a dust ball. Oh great I'm sneezing just thinking about it. Oooh! The doorbell just rang, it must be Quentin! I hope I look ok. I'd better go down to greet him. *sigh*, back in a bit.
It wasn't Quentin at the door. it was some guy who says this is his house. See, this is what happened when I went downstairs: I answered the door all ready to greet Mr. Gorgeous and there's this weird looking guy with big eyes and funny bangs, and he's like "Who are you?" and I'm like "Rhiannon Shegana, do you want something?" and he's all kinda formal and stuff and goes "My name is Barnabas Collins (what a weird name), I fear there must have been some misunderstanding. You see, this is my home. My cousins Quentin and David have allowed me to live here." and I go, "Well Quentin's renting it out to my dad, he's the new groundskeeper. You'll have to go talk to him about it." and then he mutters under his breath about vacation and biting or something and goes "Thank you, I will." and walks off. I hope we don't have to move out, I'm sick of moving. It's time for dinner so I'll probably stop writing for today. Ciao.
