I appreciated your company, though you're not alive nor can talk to me. In this cabin, I seriously think that there's no book other than I brought. But now I wonder, what is lies beyond those locked cabinet. Maybe, I should try to open it with an axe.

I open it, but it seems that I overdone it. most of the contents inside was damage by my axe.It was disappointing, I don't even see any books rather than a bunch of old utensils and dusty boxes. Well, beggars can not be choosy.

So, I separated the content by their use, remove all the damage pieces that was done by my axe. As I lifting one of the damage wooden box, I saw a paper hanging from it. I forcefully open that wooden box with all of my strength. For my curiosity, that this wooden box have a book or history. All the papers scattered away by the time I break the top lid of the wooden box, that also send my whole body down to the floor. As I got up from falling, an old book catches my eye that looks like it was hidden here for hundreds of years, but there was something strange.

I grab the book and look curiously outside its cover, as I thought it was a book around this generation because this cover was just sale around this year at the city's bookstores. As I recall, it was sell for diary purpose. I look inside this book, as I searching its pages carefully, I do confirmed that this book is a diary that was recently sale at this moment. It was strange and I think this is a very great find. I was excited.

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"Well... that was when I meet this diary." The old woman speaks it with joyfull tone. As the heater was turned on automatically because the surrounding became colder.

"This is not why I came for, please just tell how will I stop this nightmares that I experiencing right now." A young boy exclaimed.

"Young man don't be so rude, for it cannot help you if I skip the story to the pages that you only desires" The old woman declares with courageous and convincing tone.

"How can you say? Why just can't I read it with myself?" The boy stubbornly ask.

"Do you even know how to use a book?" Ask the old woman.

"N-no!" The boy flustered.

"So it means that you don't even know how to read one, do you?" The old woman teased him as the boy nod shamefully.