May the Third, 2023.
Today as I ventured into the Blue Ridge Mountains, an eerie sense of foreboding began to take hold of me. The forest was shrouded in mist, and the trees seemed to twist and turn like gnarled fingers reaching towards the sky.
I walked deeper into the woods and couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Every sound, every rustle of leaves, made my heart skip a beat.
Finally, I stumbled upon a clearing, and my eyes were drawn to a life-size statue of myself at its center. But it was not the likeness that chilled me to the bone – it was the offerings at its base.
Flowers, crystals, and other trinkets were scattered around the statue, all addressed to “Scottobear.” I couldn’t help but wonder who had left them and why.
As I tried to leave the clearing, I heard a rustling in the bushes and turned to see a group of hooded figures approaching me. My heart raced as I realized that they were part of yet another cult that worshipped me as a god.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I knew that I had to be careful. I didn’t know what they wanted from me, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t good.
I quickly retreated back into the woods, my mind racing. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I know that I have to stay vigilant if I want to make it out of the mountains alive.
In other news, it looks like the radon issues at the house will soon be a thing of the past! Perhaps the hallucinations will stop now.
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