During Chemistry this morning, there was an odd commotion in the hallway outside of the lecture hall, where someone had spilled something that looked like blood upon the floor. It actually looked like blood. It was right before class began, while other students were streaming out, from the class before. And no one saw anyone drop anything. Someone screamed and a circle formed around the area. It seriously did look like blood.
During class, all I could think about was the oddly blood-like substance. I went back to the dorm for lunch and caught the bewildered Mel and told her. She found it odd too. We tried to laugh it off. Maybe a prank. I guess it was.
I shared the story again, at dinner, with a few people grossing out a little. Sam and Miyuki were both interested, as was I. Artistic minds think alike, I suppose. I had all these weird ideas for stories and mystery novels running around in my head. They still are. Like shadows of rabbits prancing about in the moonlight. I wonder if I can see the moon tonight.
I love it when the moonlight forms beams of light that spill out on the carpet, from in between the curtains. It's pretty. You can also hear the noise of passing cars through our little window in our dorm room. Sometimes, at night, you can hear the occasional car roll by. A single lone car. Its an oddly peaceful feeling.
I've used the word "odd" a lot today, huh. I wonder why that is. Maybe the third day of college makes someone like this. I don't know. It's odd (hehe).
Oh, I nearly forgot to mention that I almost made friends with a squirrel today. As I was walking past the buildings in the upper part of campus, I realized that a little furry squirrel was racing amongst the grass on the lawn. I stopped and watched, and it saw me. And came closer. Its eyes were adorable, liquid and smooth, and curious, at that. It mirrored my expression. I smiled. It perched its head to one side. Then another passing shadow chased it away. I turned and frowned at the shadow. It was some tall guy with a hoodie and a knit hat on, with music in his ears. With no appreciation for squirrels, I suppose.
Right now, I have some soothing OSTs at my disposal. For a relaxing tone. I have to tackle some reading in a bit though. Stupid science classes.
Signing off,
Naomi
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Ghostories: Journal [Been ON HOLD]
General Fiction18 year old Naomi Ryan is living the ideal life of a freshman college student. Getting good grades and living the dorm life. This journal is her world. Her view of it and how she deals with it. Until a single event changes it all. Author's Note: "Gh...