Fan Fiction ❯ To the poor unfortunate soul who found this diary…welcome to hell. ❯ Journal entry #2 ( Chapter 2 )

March 26

It's snowing, yes it's snowing. Ahhhhhh I can't win, I'm cursed I swear. I managed to find a clear, semi-clean river to take a bath in, it was freezing but it was worth it. No sign of the Wichita's but I have had the pleasure of meeting some very, well lets say interesting umm things. My personal favorite was the Snorker (yes I named it). It was a small bonny creature no bigger than a cat with tiny web like wings, gigantic eyes that covered half of the face, and a large snout with no mouth. Its pale green skin seems to glow and change colour underwater. I swear some stoned moron decided to play god and just mixed a bunch of animals together just to see what would happen. After I had bathed I found a small little log cabin. I was a little scared that I might pull a Goldielocks so I steered clear but I was thinking that I might be brave and go back. Well what else am I going to do ummmm let see: one I could sit here and wine about how alone I am, two I could go back to the Wichita's camp and have a lovely chat with their soul eating god, or three check out the creepy old house. Ladies and gentlemen she's chosen number three, and what does she get in this lovely package Johnny. Well Miss Rockmen will either be getting her head chopped off by a raving lunatic that lives in the creepy old house or a trip back home. Hey I can dream right, and yes crazy people can still dream happy non-death related dreams. Anyway I'm going to go check out the old ugly house I'll write back later.

P.S: If I die nobody is to get my stereo.