Cult of The Small Town.

Dear diary,
Its Leah again here to rant about how obsessed I am with the new kid from NYC. He has such a bad boy vibe, not to mention all the rumors floating around town about why he got sent here. We don't get a lot of excitement around here in this small town. I spend most of my time as a ball of anxiety, but painting helps. My little sister Mia is like therapy when she sits down and paints with me. She is such a little angel. It seems like there's Never anything exciting, until the one day there was. After that day it became ritualistic and the secrets started to come out one traumatic event at a time
Sincerely, Leah Brauner.

Rumors Are not the only thing this small town is gonna have roaming around. There's a much bigger problem and that's the Mysterious Guy in the black hoodie.
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