October 11th, 12:30 PM
So I woke up at five to write my Memories of a Past, since I haven't done it in a while, and when I opened my journal I saw this strange gibberish of random letters written on the previous page. I wondered to myself if I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this while half awake. But after looking at it for about five minutes, this cold chill enveloped me. Immediately afterwards I was hit with a strong feel of paranoia and anxiety. So I closed the book and pretty much ran out of my room. I went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. I muttered a word to my mother before leaving the house. I didn't even eat breakfast with her. At work today, Jessica could definitely tell my mind wasn't in it. She set me down to find out what was wrong. But I couldn't bring myself to say. I just blamed it on being tired and distracted. It took me about thirty minutes to even return to my journal to write this. I also looked over the strange writing again, and there are actually some words in it. It says, and I quote, "Don't you remember me?" What's more, the dream that I had last night. The woman entered the dream room and stood at the door. She was calling out to me again. I couldn't see her face, but I could see her mouth. When I read her lips she said, and I quote, "Don't you remember me?" Just thinking about this now is sending chills down my spine. Maybe I should tear the page out. I don't know.
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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...
