"I won't freak out," Astrid promised, setting the can of soup and the can opener on the counter with the crackers, deciding to abandon her lunch for something potentially tastier. She moved closer to take the journal, wondering if it would be worse for Mae if she sat down on the couch with her, but deciding to sit anyway because she wanted to.

She didn't even know her dad, much less her granddad, so she wasn't sure it was anything she'd relate to, but she tucked her hair behind her ears and started to read.

Then she was quiet, and she went back to read it again. Especially certain lines.

This house is haunted.

I'm afraid all the time.

So they ate their young.

"This is really good, Mae" she said, but it didn't feel like enough, so she tried to think of something else before handing the journal back. "...were you and your granddad close?"