gacked from kyrene:

How Spoiled Are You?

( long survey )

purpleglitter turned up evidence of mice activity downstairs. Tubes of frosting completely eaten through in a drawer in the pantry. I don't know how many we have, but the one in my room wasn't an adult, meaning it's family must be somewhere. I like mice. I don't mind them in the house. Just gotta keep things out of their reach. Mice are nice, they clean up things and they're cute. I just hope the cats don't eat them. I don't think there's too much of a risk of that. They don't seem like good mousers as the mice seem to have been here for a while.

Something was just knocking on the pantry window. Knocking. It wasn't the window rattling. I know what that sounds like. Something was knocking. I looked out the window. Nothing. Just snow sitting on the roof below.

Just something new to add to the growing list of oddities here at the house_of_clocks. Most visitors to the house_of_clocks have seen people walking in the downstairs hallway. People that aren't there. I'm suspicious that those who haven't just don't talk about it. Doors here have been known to open and shut on their own in still air. Doors that greatly outnumber the rooms. Sometimes I can hear people moving about when there is no one else here. We have found secret compartments the walls. The faucets behave in odd, and sometimes unpredictable manners. The whole place feels strange. Unworldly.

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I ask myself, how did we end up with this place? The rent is so cheap, compared to anyplace of equivalent size, location, and upkeep. Two floors. Two full huge baths. Tons of rooms. Gigantic closets. Built in window seat in the livingroom. Amazingly crafted walls, moldings, and windows. The place is out of a dream. We should be paying at least twice as much in rent as we are. Probably more. None of us should be able to afford to live here. It seems outlandish that it just fell into our lap.