dear diary - megan

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travis
seeing that demon was one thing but realising this ghost and cult thing spread from outside the church was nothing but confusing and shocking. i didn't know if i wanted them to know. i don't want them to get hurt from this, but them knowing could provide some support to shutting this cult down. but how can some teenagers do that?

the next place we went to was some musty old bathroom. everyone seemed scared to some extent except for me and sal.
"she might not come out. just give her time."
he pressed a button on his gear boy. the flash of light slowly disappeared after a short second, bringing the darkness back to the bathroom again. he pressed the button once more. a piercing and familiar screech spread through the entirety of the floor. the screams and weeps of a child.

"hi sally face!"
i recognised her from somewhere. but where? the feeling was weird. like some kind of creepy deja vu.
"oh. i think i know you."
she was staring right at me along with everyone else. i felt like everyone in the room moved away from me at that second.
"your daddy isn't very nice. he's mean to my mommy."
that's who she was. the little girl who supposedly died to drowning in a lake. i know that's not true.
"i know megan."
the stares from everyone in the room grew more intense and confused.
"why is your daddy so mean to you?"
i shrugged, looking at the ominous but fairly familiar aura around her.
"i don't know. all you need to worry about is going back to your mommy. stay safe megan."
she smiled, her hologram shifting places for a split second.
"okay, bye bye travis!"
she faded away.

"what the actual fuck. since when did you know who megan was?"
i probably saw her die but i don't remember.
"i know who all the ghosts in this apartment are. stacy, gregory, megan, cassandra, all of them. i wish i didn't."
the faces they pulled when i first said the little girls name stuck on their face. shocked, scared, disgust.
"jesus dude. are you.. okay?"
i nodded slowly.
"it's not uncommon if you live in the phelps family"
i said it as if it was some kind of joke, like a quote from a tv show or movie. it wasn't a joke.

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