Cole nodded. "Another good one. It didn't scare me or anything, but it's one of those stories that definitely leaves a lasting impression." He decided not to mention the fact that it had unsettled him more than anything. He still liked it, even despite the strangeness of it.
The fact that she had a diary didn't strike him as odd - girls did that sort of thing, didn't they? He doubted that they stopped once they reached a certain age. "Ah, the twelfth floor. Looks like the elevator wants us to walk no matter what."
He paused, trying to remember who lived here. "Oh-- the detective lives on this floor!" His voice was a little more enthusiastic than he would have liked, and he immediately offered a sheepish grin. "And, um... a woman named Esme, I think. And her sister." Oh, fantastic-- of all the floors for the damned thing to stop on. Doing his best not to think about it, he shrugged. "I'm not sure if there are any others... oh, wait. There's a girl named Lotte, too."