Jack
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Last published Mon, Jun 14, 2021
I lived in Edgewood Maryland for about 2 years when i was about 9 or 10. cant really remember how old i was, but i remember constantly seeing things that normal people cant see, hearing things too. it was in that house, for a while i thought maybe it was just in my head. but then, one of those things, started trying to make contact with me.
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