The Black Leather Journal

In the cold windy night, there stood Jen in the middle of the road. The faded yellow lines on the road seemed to glow under the full moon. Her dark brown hair flowing in the wind, causing goosebumps to cascade across her skin. Her bright green eyes stared down the road, looking for any signs of life in the desolate town. The wind whispering in her ear to move forward, as she walks forwards, the buildings all look the same, a large white fence surrounding the town shines in the moonlight. Jen slowly walks down the street, when the building's lights are suddenly turned on, making Jen jump in fright. Jen just stood there, her thoughts pertaining to the circumstances in which she came to this town. It all started with a mirror and a black leather journal.