I like to go on walks around my neighborhood at night to clear my mind. The last couple of nights I have seen these posted. I knew one of those girls. Not very well but I met her through mutual friends many times and she always seemed incredibly sweet. Her name was Esme and she liked rock music a lot. She was going somewhere. There have been a couple other attacks since she was killed on New Year’s Eve. It’s all very tragic and scary because things don’t usually happen like that in Austin.

What’s strange is that her death and a lot of other things that have happened in the last few days have inspired me to start outlining a screenplay. All the old italian horror I watch is getting to me. I’m house sitting at the end of the month for a week and I hope that the time alone will help me flesh out the characters and structure a little bit more.