Louisiana is quite warm this time of year, but the heat has not squandered my desire to proceed in my journey. I found a twelve-inch piece of red ribbon tied to a tree, with a note instructing me to wear it in my hair. I wasn't sure what that meant, so I simply tied it back.
I haven't heard from The Cryptic in months, Reciever hasn't been entirely responsive, either.
I will continue on my way, as I've been transported to the final location, Minnesota.
My home.
||The Messenger
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ParanormalIf you're someone into "Creepypastas", do yourself a favor and read this. If you don't want your perception of them to be ruined, then I would suggest you not read this. You can call me a liar, and others can call the ones who listen deaf. But w...
