On the way to Hanna I stopped at this little pink house. I did get up the gall to go inside after some lingering outside. Once I got further in, every noise started sounding like a crack head coming at me with a rusty knife (it was windy that day) and my hands and knees were getting increasingly wobbly.

I ventured 5 steps upstairs and that was as far as I went. Mainly because I didn't know how structurally sound the floor was up there and two, I was getting really nervous!