[scrawled swift, in sarcastic cursive. buffy's handwriting.]
Today, I finally decided to open creepy book.
Creepy book totally looks like a book,
title, but surprise.
This isn't a real book, even if it looks really booky.
And smells like that Inca mummy girl...
I'm writing in the creepy book right now, because books that have blank pages are usually diaries, but books that magically appear out of no where are usually an omen of ills to come. Sent by future recipients of one of my Hell of a right hook's.
So whatever you are, we're going to figure it out.
If you're a baddie with too much time on your hands?
Hunt you down.
And when we do? Let's just say you should be practicing the word,