I stepped onto the old wooden steps outside my newly purchases house. Despite it being newly purchase, it was far from new. A multitude of renovations were in need for the poor, rundown tragedy. Good thing I love a challenge. My fiancé jogged up to me dragging our luggage behind him. He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned slightly and smiled at him.

“Everything alright darling?” He smirked. “Too big of a job for you, huh?” He teased. His strawberry blonde hair complimented his sapphire eyes. I grinned back at him.

“Never.” Our lips collided together in a deep, passionate kiss. After a moment he pulled back. With that silly smirk still on his face.

“That’s my girl.” His words made my heart beat a little faster, like they always do. “Ready to go inside?” I watched my eyes light up in the reflection of his glasses.

“Yes!” I squealed at the thought that im about to walk into our first home together. He handed me the keys and gestured at the door.

“You do the honors” He smiled. I fiddled with the keys. My excitement was barely contained. The door unlocked with a loud click. I pushed it open and coughed. Dust. Lots of dust. I knew it was going to be something like this, and so did James. I’m glad he still agreed to buy it. I didnt make it a secret I wanted to renovate our house.

“Babe, you know I have faith in you, but can you really renovate this?” The uncertainty is clear in his voice. At least he was honest.

“I can and I will, your faith has not been displaced. Don’t you fret my dear.” I kissed him on the cheek before stepping into the house. He stepped in after me, the sound of our luggage hitting the floor filled the air.

“Okay darling” He yawned. “Its a good thing we already put some of our furniture in here. I am tiiiired” He left our luggage at the front door and flopped onto our velvet colored couch. His immediate snores could be heard. I decided to explore a bit. I passed my sleeping love, the kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. I stopped outside of the eerie looking door to the basement. My hand wrapped around the door knob as it creaked open. Darkness. All I saw was darkness. I grasped my phone tightly while I pulled it out and turned on the flashed, setting light to the darkness of the basement. The stairs creaked under my footsteps. I scanned the room with the light from my phone. What I saw sent chills down my spine. There was a small bed in the right corner. Chains hung from the bed. The sheets were torn and bloody. There was blood on the walls and floor. A little chest sat untouched at the foot of the bed. I walked towards it, each step I took was filled with hesitance and fear. My shaking hands opened the little chest. A pink plush bunny sat in the corner, splattered in blood. There was a journal and a quill. Ink was spilled, mixed with blood. I picked up the journal. I opened it up to the first page.

13/5/1899

Dear Diary,

I found this notebook in my mother’s room, Diary. I am seven years old and my name is Laurel. Today my mother let me out to play for a bit. I’m happy I didn’t make her mad.

I turned the page. A page splattered in blood.

14/5/1899

Dear Diary,

Mother got mad today. I don’t think it was my fault, but she made it seem like it was.

15/5/1899

Dear Diary,

Mother said sorry today. I don’t really believe her though.

16/5/1899

Dear Diary,

It’s so dark and cold down here.

I flipped to the last entry.

9/11/1899

Dear Diary,

This is my last time writing to you. I made mother mad again.

Chills went down my spine once again. I left the basement and locked the door.