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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 11, 1982

After our late night party, I could not sleep… many reasons and I still do not feel comfortable writing then down, maybe in time.

The house has me totally freaked out and the fact that the girl is in a mental institution. I showed HIM the probe box of photos and he said they are of a guy who lived across the street that was murdered. So much for the Dick hiding porn.

If I tell my parents about this they will lock me up, they are already concerned about my changes in appearance and the weight loss which they do not understand. I do not want anymore fights with them, I know Dad wants to send me away to school and I can not handle that…

So I will act happy and pretend none of this is happening… although if we all are found dead, hacked to death… perhaps someone will find this and know that I was scared.

I know there is something in this house and it has entered my soul… death is coming I can feel it…

Maybe I can bring it up subtly. Maybe not.

Jesse’s Lost Journals

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Jesse's Lost Journals
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