Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

Bob pulled up to a log cabin deep in the woods, he left me in the car and knocked on the door. Nobody answered for a while so he just kept knocking until a shotgun barrel was shoved in front of his face.

I thought Bob was gonna be a goner and I'd have to teleport back home, but then the lady holding the shotgun burst into tears and hugged Bob. Then they talked for a bit and Bob got me to go inside their house. Turn's out the lady is Bobs' step mom.

Her house is really cool! It's warm and comfy, and very stylish. I like it a lot.

Love,

Tina