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Juan and I's treehouse has been vacant for some time,, after his passing, why not go spend one last night in it? What could go wrong? (Taking heavy inspiration from tellings of the Navajo Skinwalkers and other dieties, etc. Compilation into a horror novel that will hopefully bring you the heeby jeebies, brought to you by a diary entry of T. Who is T? We might never know.) (I myself am not of navajo or native american decent. For this story i will revise and edit anything i get wrong with the help of a navajo or native american who has their own tales.)
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Quite the love, you think? Quite the pain, you remember? Flashbacks of restlessness? Yes. Thinking of it as a life lesson in different language. Slender man? Just a story? just a mental illness? Hopelessness? just average? What else could it be, a journey?

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