It isn't long before the five of them have moved their bags inside and found their places on the sofa. Amy is sitting on the right armrest, checking for signal once again.
Mickey is right behind her. "Amy's right. This does look like Satanist shit. Are you sure we're not in a horror movie or anything?" He jokes.
Amy picks up the doll mask she had been looking at. Maybe she should try it on...
Mickey studies a conch shell that was sitting on a stack of books. There are tiny engravings that he can't quite make out.
Natsuki takes a shimmering necklace off of a creepy bridal mannequin. It's so pretty...
"Guys." Eric's voice interrupts them. "Look at this."
He is holding up an old diary.
"An old diary in a hidden cellar? Yeah, this isn't creepy at all." Moira rolls her eyes, but moves to read over Eric's shoulder.
"What's it say?"
"Diary of Patience Buckner, 1903." Eric reads off the cover. He flips to a random page. "'Mama screamed most of the night. I prayed that she might find faith, but she...' okay, this is beyond creepy."
Natsuki takes the diary, reads the rest of the sentence to herself, and turns pale. She hands it back.
"What?" Mickey asks, looking back and forth between them.
"What?" Amy asks at the same time.
Eric shakes his head. He isn't reading that.
"But she only stopped when Papa cut her belly and stuffed the coals in." Moira recites, taking the book from Eric.
"Oh god." Mickey shakes his head. "This has got to be some sort of prank diary, right? This isn't real?"
"A prank that's been locked down here since 1903? No, I think this thing is legit." Eric disagrees.
"Is the whole thing like that?"
"Let's see." Moira flips through a few pages. "Yeah... the Dark Room, glory of pain, my good arm is hacked up... and then she talks about waking the spirits and there's something in Latin."
"Moira, I swear to god, if you read that Latin-"
"Do not read the Latin."
"Oh come on, it's not like it's actually cursed. We're not gonna raise the dead by reading a diary."
"I don't care if it's cursed, I am not going to read that Latin."
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." Mickey reaches for the book. "I'm gonna read it."
"Mickey," Moira says, holding the book out of his reach, "No."
"I am drawing a line in the fucking sand here. Don't read the Latin." Amy repeats.
"Okay, fine, whatever." Mickey shrugs. "I won't read the Latin." He looks around the room. "I wonder if there's anything valuable in here?"