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My parents got a divorce when I was around 10 years old. I lived with my mom till I was 15. That's when I got the phone call that my moms car had swerved into a lake. And the seatbelt, the one thing that was suppose to keep you safe, killed her. And the Dad I haven't seen in 4 years comes to get me, but returns with another wife and a daughter at the age of 5.

He has another family.. 

I try sending Messages too my moms phone explaining my predicaments.

'He forgot us then comes back all because you left! Why couldn't you stay!' Instantly a message popped on my screen, 'Message failed to send' 

I was stupid and for two years, asked question to a dead phone, until a reply came... 

'Help me'

"We aren't afraid of the dark, we're afraid of what's in it."All Rights Reserved

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Ganama

I once got a phone call from the guy I sold my truck to. He told me I had left a notebook under the passenger seat in my car, and later dropped it off at my house. While I have had blackout drunk nights, the notebook remains a mystery as to how it got there, or who wrote it. It's poorly written on blank pieces of paper that are held together by two clips. Some of the pages have grease stains on them, and others are bent, but it is none the less a treasure. In it's worn pages are the pure unaltered thoughts of a tormented stranger, hunting something supernatural he called Ganama. I don't know where this man is, how he's doing, or even his name to be honest. What I do know is this man lived a life of adventure, hardship, ultimatums, and terror. I share his story with you not so you can find him if he's alive, but so you can learn about who he is, and maybe even feel like you and him could have been friends.