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August 13, 2005

For the next few days I lived in overwhelming fear. It seemed as every evening something diabolical was happening in my house. The old man had become a regular nightly visitor. He would appear in the corner of the bedroom. Only he would not speak, he would open his mouth as if to scream but nothing would come out. Then he would vanish. Moans would echo down the hallway like those of a lost explorer in a cavern.
It was as if whatever had infested my house was attempting to drive me completely insane. I started to wonder if this is reason the Daniel Hyler met his untimely fate. I had to find out what the hell was happening and why. Jess, was also coming on Friday, do I tell her? I really had no other choice. The occurrences were becoming so common that there was no way that she wouldn’t experience something.

I awoke at 7 on Friday morning. Oddly enough I did not see the old man that morning. In fact I felt a peace in the house that I hadn’t felt since I found the bible lying open in the floor. I had taken the day off because Jess would be coming around noon. I was looking forward to seeing her but dreading having to tell her what had been happening. I started to think “maybe I don’t have to tell her”. I decided just to play it by ear. If something started happening I would tell but I was not planning on offering it up otherwise. I knew that she had experienced some paranormal events since the Ouija board incident but nothing like I had, she wouldn’t understand.

12:30 arrived and no sign of Jess. She is chronically late but this time I started to worry given the recent events. I called her cell phone; she answered immediately telling me she was sorry. I wasn’t mad that she was late in fact I was relieved. The nightmares in my head subsided. Still I did not feel good about deciding not to tell her what was happening. Even though I had witnessed all of the events I still couldn’t believe everything, so how was I going to expect someone else to.

Jess pulled into the driveway at about 1:15. I rushed out to meet her, grabbing her as if I had not seen her in ages. I believe the excitement struck her a slight bit odd by her reaction. She said “what no lecture about the importance of being on time?” I just laughed and said “no, not this time, I am just glad you’re here.”

We grabbed some lunch at a local diner that Jess likes. She told me all about her upcoming classes. It was a one sided conversation. She sensed that something was on my mind but I just played it off by saying that work was getting the best of me. I knew I had to tell her, I could not keep this from her.

The rest of the day was uneventful, just Jess and myself catching up. My mind had eased; in fact this was the first time in at least two weeks that the evil that had entered my life was not on my mind. I would be rudely reminded of the events after bed.

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