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I dunno. Im so tired my eyes hurt. I shake on the inside. I fear my room, my bed. The spirits dont want me there. The vortex is too strong right now. I feel sick. I feel faint. I think they are trying to take me over. I cant let them. I keep all the lights on. The music or tv blares loudly. My dog cant live this way he says. For a big dog, he sleeps on the back of the couch. He keeps guard of my soul. Checking the windows for her. It has to be her. Oh my god! She can get in the house now. I swear she was gone! The water empties. I thought it was... I guess I was wrong.

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