August, 1904.
I found a strange diary in my home.
I moved here three years ago after I married. A short while after, we had a daughter.
Sadly, I lost both my wife and my daughter when the ship they were on sank two years ago.
The house was empty now, and I decided to renovate it before I sold it to someone else. When the workers were knocking out a wall in the room that had been my wife's, a strange diary fell down from the ceiling. They gave the diary to me. Its handwriting was definitely my wife's.
This is what it said.
7/15: My life with you begins now.
(This was the day we married.)
9/21: I was made to be with you.
12/9: Even so, I will never let you go.
2/23: Not long now.
2/29: Do you understand?
When I finished reading, I was so scared I gave up on selling the house and packed up right then and there, to move to a distant town.