The second place I lived was
far more interesting than the first. Soon after attending a very
California New-Agey type church at the request of a friend, I met
a guy who owned a haunted house near the University of Southern
California. I was intriqued from the start.
As I walked up the stone steps to the gated door, I felt as if
the house was watching me as intently as I was watching it. I nodded
a "good morning" to it, figuring respect was more appropriate
We sat and talked for a while, about how long he owned the house,
how his father was in real estate for much of the USC area; when
suddenly I heard a whisper... "find the diary."
"How do you know about the diary?" my new friend asked.
I explained what I heard.
"Many have said it's here, but no one has yet to find it."
I moved in about two weeks later.