On the fifth day of the month, it was a cold breezy monday, when she decided to bring me to her house and finally meet her parents. It was a fair one hour ride from our school to her home, thank God there were no delays on the train. As we walked to their house, It was a calm community, filled with simplicity of people, we talked and talked about things we share in common, music, politics, and mysteries, and the unknown, and in the middle of our conversation, she stopped, and pointed her finger to their house. It was vintage, spanish looking house, two-storey and quite of a size, she smiled and took my hand with excitement, and jokingly dragged me towards home. As we came near their door, I felt a little bit uncomfortable about the sign hanged on the main door, I cant tell if it was runic or ancient alphabet, but I disregarded it. As she opened the door, the scent of food, good foos almost instantly overwhelmed my nose, which was a good thing since we grew hungry for the travel. Her mom was already cooking for dinner when we arrived. Her mom looked pale, tall, round eyed, and looks a bit gothic to me, when she called to her, her mom whiped her hands and look at me with seemingly penetrating gaze, for a moment, I felt uncomfortable, then suddenly, she looks confused, then smiled.