The 79th Year

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Prologue: Great Aunt's Journal.

June 17th, 2013

' "Carla was only 6 years old." Stated the news reporter. The television, the tabloids, magazines...everything...was covering the story of young Carla Davidson, my 6 year old cousin, who recently passed away tragically.

I flicked the tv off before the reporter went into full details about how she died. I didn't need to be reminded. I was there.

I constantly remind myself of her. How she'd always look around on the walls, as if someone stood there watching her. It wasn't long after when we brought her to the hospital to learn that she would be diagnosed with Paranoia schizophrenia, a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation.

Nobody knew that the voices in her head told her to die. The doctors always assumed, but said, "She's too young," ...

I was there, like I already mentioned. I was there when poor Carla Davidson ran into the middle of the street in front of a truck. This was the order that the voices demanded.

It's bad enough that the young girl had died. And after her funeral, we had all found closure of our loss. But doctors and specialists wanted her body. They needed her body. Her body holds something dark. Almost paranormal. It scares me at first, that my cousin has lived with a dark soul eating her alive, But then the doctor tells us...there have been more reports of this disorder. The disorder has yet to be named. But it's no mental disability.

It's something so much worse.

The reports increase daily by the hundreds. And there is no cure but to kill. What is the hell that I've been forced upon? I'm about to find out.'

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