The last couple of days they have been giving me food.
Probably to make sure I'm not dead.
Or Dying.
No matter how bad the raw meat is, I'll eat it.
I heard word of an invasion happening soon, but I don't know what is going on.
Last week I saw a Wolven up close. I screamed.
What else could I do?
It was scary, but in a twisted and convoluted way, mesmerizing.
As much as I hated Michael for what he did, where was he when I need him?
I would be asking Charlie, but he's long gone.
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Letters to Charlie
ParanormalWhat happens when your best friend saved your life by giving up his, but there's a catch. He will come back, just not entirely alive. But something went wrong with Charlie. He's been in the hospital for over a year before his parents decide to pull...
