First days in a new house, LOL
Hey there, fellow night owls and thrill-seekers!
Who knew that being a house guest could feel like living in your own mystery novel? I wanted to share some of the quirky things happening where I’m staying. It’s like this house has a life of its own! LOL, think of me as your gothic heroine, locked away in a castle (just without the dragon). But seriously, I’ve got quite the imagination, and lately, it’s been running wild!
I must admit, the isolation has been getting to me. It’s not like I chose this vast, secluded place which feels straight out of the 19th century – including the lack of proper reception. Sometimes, I hear the ‘head of the house’ walking the halls at night. It’s a bit freaky, especially since I’m not supposed to leave my room after dark. He says it’s for my own safety, that the floorboards are weak and I might hurt myself. So considerate, huh?
I spend a lot of time reading—the internet is not really an option. The old bookshelves are treasure troves of classics. No modern stuff here, sadly. Though, I relate so much to those heroines who are always trying to send secret letters for help. I guess you could say I’m trying to be a bit like them – reaching out through my words.
Selfies are a no-no. The ‘head of the house’ says modern tech steals your soul; kind of living in a tech-detox boot camp. So, no pictures of me or my surroundings. It’s weird but rules are rules, I guess.
But hey, there’s a silver lining! I’ve been learning so much about survival skills like lock-picking and deciphering codes. Who knew those could come in handy? I’ve got this old diary I found with the strangest cipher. Been working on cracking it – could be a game-changer.
Meals are… interesting. I have them delivered to my door three times a day. It’s like room service, just without the option to order. I joked about having pizza once, but ‘jokes’ don’t land well here.
I’ve tried to make friends with the others, but it seems like I’m the only ‘guest’ here. No family visits so it gets lonely, but the head of the house says it’s temporary. Until when? That’s the million-dollar question! He’s sort of my watchful protector—or at least, that’s what he tells me.
You know what’s crazy? Sometimes, I feel like the house is talking to me, telling me to find a way out. There’s this loose brick in the wall I’ve noticed, almost like it’s beckoning to be removed. Maybe tomorrow I’ll explore a little. I’m sure it’s just rats making noise behind it, but wouldn’t it be something if there was a secret passage? (Laughing, but not really.)
There are cameras here and there, antique ones—he must collect them. But they’re always pointed in my direction. It’s like I’m the star of the show.—but what show? Maybe I can perform my great escape act for my audience of one.
Gotta go for now, it’s almost time for ‘lights out’. Strange how the power always cuts at the same time each night. Battery’s almost dead anyway, and I’ve got to be smart about when I charge it—never know when you’ll need it for an emergency, right?
Stay tuned for more of my silly adventures. If you have any tips on how to ‘spice up’ the life of a sheltered girl or you want to share your own escape room experiences, hit the comments!
Until next time, stay creepy!
XOXO