My name is Paula Smith. And I know it's his fault. His fault I'm this way. He always hits me!! I hate him!! And she does too! The demon. The demon hates him too.
I wanted a daughter, but he didn't.
He told me we weren't going to raise a demons child! But look where we are now! I told him we were going to take care of her and he hit me.
He hit me in the stomach.
And he hit me in the head.
Then she awoke once more.
My demon controlled me and hit him back. He hit me again,
And I screamed.
He took me and put me in the basement. Tied me up and left me down there!
He came back the next morning and our baby was laying on the floor in front of me in a bloody puddle.
He grabbed my baby! NO!!! I ripped up the rope and tried to take my daughter but he hit me in the face with his elbow. And I was out.
Knocked out cold.
He took my baby.
He took her.
He will pay.
She will help me. I just have to bring her back. And I know where to do so!
There's a empty room upstairs with a bed and a closet. I'll perform a seance up there in the closet.
AND BRING HER TO LIFE!!
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mY BesT FRIenD
TerrorShe is my best friend. She's always there for me. She lives in my closet. Mommy says she isn't real. But I see her watching me from the darkness. She talks through me. PAULA. WHY DO YOU PLAY DUMB?
