Not much has really happened in the past week or so. It's a relief, but the stupid, excitable part of me that wants to bite off more than I can chew is a little disappointed. But Rhiannon saw the Slender Man just standing there a couple days ago, and now, here we are again. This isn't over, is it? I don't know if things are going to get worse or better. Probably worse. This is a horror movie, after all. Anyway, my family and I are moving into the house my mother grew up in. I kept asking her if she had any paranormal experiences there, and I know she did, but all she hinted at was something about not liking mirrors in that house. Ohohoho, this sounds kind of interesting. On an unrelated note to the scarier things, I'm going to start growing kind of a witch's garden of plants there, I'm very excited. But the soil is horrible, it's all dry and sandy. Florida soil is awful for growing things.
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