All Time Low

On a dark night I was on the way to a friend of mine. I walked down the lonesome street next to the cornfield with the old shed that scared the living daylights out of me since I heard a story about the dark-dressed woman. When I was younger my grandma told me about a woman with the dark coat and the black umbrella who lived in the shed because her husband abused her. She was found dead several years ago.

Suddenly I heard a gasp and stopped breathing for a second - was I hallucinating? I turned around, but there was nobody. I was scared. Everytime I picked up the pace, someone behind me stepped up, too. Breathless I turned around and looked straight in the face of a woman with a black coat and a black umbrella in her hands. Her sorrowful eyes paralyzed me. --

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Two nights ago, just moments before I completely drifted off to dreamland, I jolted right up because I thought of something I might want to do with my buzznet page! I think it's something helpful to me and others :) I'm hoping to get it together over the holidays after I finally get to reformat my computer. Hopefully, I'll do good on it ;) 

On a side note, JaneSaysStages are not gone. I just really don't have time to post. :( With JaneSaysStage # 3 I was planning for it to be a video... But I think it won't happen. And I think I won't do it either. Coz it's supposed to be a blog, not a vlog. But idk? I might change my mind. Especially when I have tons of free time over the holidays. I'll probably ask the opinion of people on here about that. Only 2 more weeks…

  Yes. Today was finally the day. The day we leave for warped tour. This would be my second year, and this is what I have been looking forward to for the past nine months of college courses.
 I could picture it, the smell of barbeque at eleven in the morning, seeing all my favorite bands from back stage, and seeing some of my best friends I met last year, Maya, Hannah, Katie, and Jenny. We're all in the same boat, dating a member of a band and all.
 "Macy, you ready?" Travis called walking in. I could see his reflection in the mirror while I was doing my hair. It was sort of impossible to miss him, you know, with the firey red hair he had.
 "Mhm." I mumbled, a bunch of bobby pins sticking out of my mouth.
 Travis came up behind me and wrapped his arms…