Many who see the house I lived many upon many years upon would slap upon it the words “haunted” or “cursed”, even “creepy”. I suppose that it would be correct when looking at its current state, but I promise I am taking good care of it! Ah? Yes, but there was a time where this house was quite beautiful, standing upon the top of the hill in the sea of trees with great pride, but that was many many years ago. Let me speak of my tale: I guess I should explain that I always had a first creator, though, not in the way you would think. He always took good care of me. Apparently, he used to have a family, but he would often tell me to never worry about it, but sometimes, I could hear him cry. He would cry and cry and cry, almost as if he was mourning, but moments later, he would continue caring and working on me as if turning his sorrow into making sure I was in tip-top shape. He loved fish you see, and he would like to have all sorts of colorful fish and wondrous plants for his