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The Lost Love - Part 2 (Book 3)

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Kanishka passed away. The month of January was silent things happening were normal. We missed kanishka so badly. Until one night I had a dream about the ouija board. I started questioning my self that who actually presented me the ouija board on my birthday ? 

I also kept coming across odd symbols which might be a clue to my answer. The diary (the lost love ) written by my father will only bring the hidden words out when my father's (james ) single drop of blood is dropped on it. 

Strange things started happening with me , I use to get cuts and internal bleeding in my body. Sometimes I felt some one choking me. There were hand prints on my neck.  

Why was this happening ?All Rights Reserved

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