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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 12, 1982

Deep in the night, I had my first dream since the bus. This was a very confusing night for me and I am not sure I can go on. I was sleep walking and dreaming, I walked down a path and looked in a window… it was the basement, the heat was on again, the flames were huge and reflected many colors…I saw a shadow and then the man from the bus… at first it looked like he was doing Tai Chi or some strange trance dance, then I understood he wanted me to come to him.

I teleported myself into the house and was intending to lock him in the basement, a struggle ensued… he was fighting to get out of the basement…

Then I felt a cold breeze on my neck, I turned… he had me in an embrace… he offered me a deal… it is so horrible that I can not write it now.

I screamed in fear and disbelief… I could see inside his brain… there is real sickness there.

I woke covered in sweat, thinking about this dream when I noticed my underwear was covered with blood…

No more now.

Jesse’s Lost Journals

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Jesse's Lost Journals
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