Chapter7:The Encounter

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I spent the next few days digging deeper, trying to find any evidence of the Jacksons' true nature. I scoured the internet, talked to people who knew them, and even snuck into their mansion to snoop around.

But nothing seemed to pan out. I found nothing concrete, nothing that could prove my suspicions.

I was starting to lose hope. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe the Jacksons were just a normal family.

But then, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

I was walking home from school when I saw Tyler and his family gathered in their driveway. They were talking to a strange, hooded figure.

I couldn't see the figure's face, but I could sense its presence. It felt dark, malevolent.

As I watched, the figure reached out and touched Tyler's forehead. Tyler's eyes rolled back, and he started speaking in a language I didn't understand.

I knew then that I had to get out of there. I turned and ran, not stopping until I was blocks away.

I knew I had to tell someone what I saw. But who could I trust?

I decided to go to the one person who might believe me: Emily.

I found her at lunch, sitting alone in the courtyard. "Emily, I need to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking.

She looked up at me, concerned. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "I saw Tyler and his family with a strange figure. They were doing something dark, something evil."

Emily's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Emily's expression made me trust her.

"I think they're working with demons," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Emily's face went white. "Oh my god," she whispered. "I knew it. I knew they were evil."

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