October 8th, 5:00 AM
So I just woke up from a weird dream. I found myself in a rustic living room with old furniture. I'm not entirely sure, but I think I was waiting for someone. Anyway, I was standing by a bookshelf and I heard someone calling me. They sounded as if they were in another part of the house. For whatever reason, I couldn't move from where I was. So, I listened to see if I could make out what they were saying. The words were muffled at first. But after listening for a few seconds, the voice sounded like a woman. Before I could make out what was being said, I woke up. I guess I shouldn't have eaten that last piece of strawberry cake.
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The Journal Of Julius Corvus
HorrorTo whoever finds this book, since I'm terrible at keeping track of things sometimes, please return it to P.O. Box 12. My name is Julius Corvus. Hmm, this feels a bit out of place. Ah, whatever. If I wasn't clear, this is my journal and it contai...
