Trip 2

We went back to the Brian Center during the day so that we could get a better look around and see things in the light. It was a lot less scary. Every room in the building has been trashed or vandalized.  Some of the art on the walls was really disturbing.We found old hair bows and ribbons and some old shoes, some of them were baby shoes.  Room 13 was completely black with no windows.  No ghosts or anything, just a strange eerie feel in certain rooms.  I took a few photos of the drawings and pictures we found. I will upload them soon.

The Brian Center

So last night we went to this old nursing home in Lexington that was shut down because of mistreatment of patients and is said to be haunted by the old patients. We wanted to take pictures and check It out. It was dark and weird so we only went around the outside of the building and barely walked in the entrance. We got this eerie feeling that there was something disturbing inside and thought we might die if just the two of us went in at night. We got a few pictures of the outside and we plan on going back to explore the inside soon. 

This is the entrance:

Here we found a devils face graffitied on the wall: 

A Change of Flow

so I started something different... Ghost hunting. More pics and details to come.

I tired to make brownies last night.

 they sucked utterly.

The Fall of Gatsby: a new perspective

I waved goodbye to my neighbor Nick Caraway as he headed down my driveway.  The sun had just begun to rise overhead.  It had been a long sleepless night that was finally fading into a dull morning.  Just as I was about to return inside i heard him call out  "They're a rotten crowd, you're worth the whole damn bunch put together." I turned and thanked him with a smile, a smile that acknowledged the mutual trust we had for each other.  As I began to think on it, I came to the realization that Nick was in fact the only man i trusted.  After everything had fallen apart only hours earlier he was the only one left who hadn't abandoned my side.  I was rather glad that old sport had moved to West Egg those months ago.  As I walked back through my home, the previous night replayed in my mind.  Arguing with that bastard Tom.  Losing Daisy just as quickly as I had gained her, and that awful awful car ride, and that poor woman... Worst of all were those final words before she retreated into his house "Jay... We both know I cannot be with you; I'm sorry" and just like that she was gone.  When I saw her silhouette in the window and the light went out a light went out in me as well.  Just as i felt my eyes start to swell, I was brought back to reality when my gardener said "Sir Gatsby, I'm draining the pool today."  "No. Don't do it today.  I think I'll go for a swim."  Almost everything in that house had been placed with Daisy's approval in mind and I had never enjoyed half the luxuries in my own home.  It was fine time i tried out my swimming pool.  Maybe this eagerness came from knowing in the back of my mind that Daisy Buchanan would never step foot in that house again or maybe it was just the appeal of the sun that day that drew me out to my fate.  I inflated the pool bed and told the butler to listen for a phone call that I knew would never come.  A few minutes later I was basking in the sun.  I thought about the car and doubted anyone would ever find it, but I wasn't really worried about it anyway.  For once I stopped to take in that it really was a beautiful garden.  Daisy or no Daisy.  I felt the bullet before I could register what the sound was.  I tried to gasp but could utter no sound.  The dark angel floated above me, wings spread wide.  My vision started to blur and I heard Daisy's charming silky voice in my head one last time.  The angel softly kissed my lips.  Goodbye Daisy.

This is my flow.

I dont know what it is.