Dear Diary,


I'm writing this in the damn woods.

I'm with the family.

We're currently parked outside the house. We'll sleep here because inside this freak house there's a lot of uncleanness.

It's dirty.
It's a huge house made of wood, like a cabin.

At least it has a basement.

And, funny thing, it has underground tunnels.

That makes me worry a lot.

The good thing is I can tell there hasn't been anyone here for years.

But just in case, I brought some cameras and other things from work.

I'll have to put a nice shield around this place.

I was going to steal the security robots from work, but I can't pilot them.

I'm just a behavior guy.

Not a tech expert.

But I can use what I know to protect the family.

They're sleeping now.

I think I'll stay awake for a while.

The tunnels are bothering me.

There is something about a house with tunnels underneath it.

It feels like the kind of place where people hide things.

I should probably check the basement tomorrow.

Goodnight, Diary.