A horror story told from the point of view of Jackson Wells, using social media. It's been a long time now since i've written something and after getting a jump of inspiration, I decided to write something. Everything in this story is written intent...
right now the only people in the house right now are myself, eric, and harry. aaran went to the hospital but still no update from him about daniels status. we're supposed to call the police in case anything at all happens, even if we think it's nothing. eric thinks we should go check out the basement again and see if we can find anything but harry's very against it, probably for good reason. earlier i checked out the chest with the military stuff. i found a handgun with a couple of bullets, his uniforms, a few pictures, and a cross with a bible underneath. while i was going through the pictures, one stood out to me. i'll upload that picture with this post. it looks like a group of people with their backs turned to the camera. they seem like they're approaching something, or maybe running. i can't make out anyone specifically. the back of the picture has the date "7/4/1989", with the words, "final attempt". this is lot. what did they attempt to do? i just want it to be normal again. i'm gonna take some nyquil to get to sleep tonight. i just want to know what happened.
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