Image from Yahoo! Travel from the author of Vigo, Spain.

"La Curona, Spain" the sign read this morning, it is 11/29/11. I was tired. I just wanted to sleep and dream of sex and then do some really sinful stuff. What came over me?

 I always wanted sex, but now I wanted to beat Brian up and stuff? Then I saw the ghost, again, he was me all dressed in black, in a nice suit and sun glasses and his hair slicked back in gel perfectly. "Well, well" Evil me said to me like in my dreams, but this was real life on the bus. "I like you." He told me in a raspy but lower, much lower than my voice, but deeper 10 years but without the ageing of it. As he paced my room and took over my head, as I squented.

"You know, I think since I look like you and AJ can't tell the difference, I am going to stick with bugging you guys, that cutie in Ohio is a pain up my ass." he told me as he faded out as he touched me with a cold touch.

 I felt him go inside of me, and then I fell straight to sleep. Here I am in Vigo, Spain, by a fishing area at the top of hotel being possessed by a demon thing, that I was supposed to make everyone beat before I went to bed. I felt him and I become one, and I just felt like I hated everyone. Everyone I had rage for, and I lost control, and sexual control. Then it went into my dreams. Fire, fighting, demons, a war, warriors, sex, and violence, and sin, just everywhere. :( :'(

 I tried calling Lauren, but she was being all "mom" with me. "I told you that girl was bad." she told me. "We don't if she is bad, just pray for me so I can sleep for tonight." I told her walking naked in my hotel room with nothing but a towel, since I could only shower to calm myself down it seems like anymore.

 In Howie's room. "I told you, Jessica he has been acting weird all day." Howie told Jessica. "Please, please come..., Please!" He begged. "Fine, but I get to come back both as your friend and a fan. You'll trust me again, and you'll stop being mean and using me, and blameing me for bad stuff, you guys know are bad. Right?" she asked Howie. "I can date Nick for real too?" Jessica asked infatically in her black top and blue jeans. "Fine, I'll leave a note, and I'll be at the airport in an hour, he has been acting weird the last 3 days since he saw that "ghost of him", he is probably possessed." Jessica told him.

"I know! The Priests have tried, the 'spritualists' the record label provided for us, when we told them tried, nothing. Just do it. You love him, it should work. I don't know why it isn't working now." Howie asked. "Because you guys don't really love me as much as you used to and your becoming the "robots" you think the poor people are." Jessica told me, Howie. Slightly. Nick! :( :'( :( :'( Howie. I don't know, I can't, write. Hawie, AN, Brtan, Kuvin. I mean, I feel sick. I used to write in my journal, but this thingy is making even me, sick.

---->I am Howie and I am writing for you, Nick, Jessica will be here, I just came in and saw what you wrote last, Love you. I need to throw up again, I don't like seeing my friends turn into demons, that is no fun. She will be here tomorrow, so I will pray for you, and she will come and defeat this thing too. You can't trust Lauren, she has already make us screw up our shows more than AJ ever has just to hear you sing different keys. I love you Nickster. Jessica does too. Hugs.:*s on the forehead and prayers. HKBP!