I'm staring to feel afraid to leave the house again. So Emory decided to take us up to Ventura for the day. Not going to lie, it was still rough. I feel this overwhelming sense of dread when I leave my living space. I feel it nonstop and being out for the day doesn't save me from it, no mater how lovely the day is or how great the company.
I DO love all the thrift shops on Ventura Mainstreet. Nothing like looking at all the books someone decided to hand over to a place. I found two books, an anthology about detectives and another about magick realms. I love reading at night before I go to bed.
I have a new job so I can now listen to YouTube while I work. I've enjoyed listening to the horror stories. I have a few of my favorite storytellers. I've also been listening to Missing 411 stories, about people who disappear in the forests. It's really changed my mind about camping or even doing the haunted forests like 7 Gates of Hell and Bridgewater Triangle. I keep seeing myself exploring these locations with my camera because I'm such a camera hog and something happening. I don't want to just disappear. That would be terrible for the people who love me. Plus, I don't want to be the only person in the world that knows what I saw last.
I've been watching a lot of true crime videos. I wish I wrote this kind of stuff.
Writing Update:
L.B. Chapter 19 is now edited and ready to be posted. Now working on chapter 20. I feel like I've been working on this story forever. I'm a little excited that this will be it on this chapter of my writing and I'll be trying my hand at more Creepy Pasta style stories here soon.