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January 11th, 2019.

It’s been roughly a month. A month since I took on dreamwalking. I didn’t ask for it. It just happened. One day I fell asleep and I appeared at a school. Awful right? I go to school all day, go home and try to sleep but I wind back up at a terrifying school. Everyone there is my definition of crazy. I’m not talking about the little old lady who sits on a park bench and talks to pigeons. I’m talking about the murderous type. The type that makes your neck hairs stand up. It’s creepy.

I should probably introduce myself now that I have explained my entire predicament shouldn’t I? My name is Eliot. I’m fifteen and I should probably be in a psych ward. Except, everytime I explain what is happening to me, whoever I tell, they disappear. No trace, no goodbye, just poof gone. Last week it was my parents. So you see, I can’t bear to let this secret out. Now, just in case vanishment is transferable through writing, you have roughly two weeks before you disappear. So, I’d get your will in order if I were you.

Do I mean to scare you, you ask? Well, no. I don’t. But I can’t bear to hide any longer. I need to get out of Drakehills. I think I’m slowly losing my sanity. The time I spend at Drakehill Hollow, is getting longer. More dangerous. I fear, I will die soon.

January 12th, 2019

I should never have written in this journal. But I fear it is too late to stop now. The hounds were scratching at my door last night. Their vicious snarls let no one near sleep. I regretfully inform that I woke up still in my room here at Drakehills Hollow. They tried to smoke me out. But they can’t I am smart you see. My gas mask is very handy.

They still come by and try to get through the door. But I am already planning my escape. I am sad to tell you, you have thirteen days left. I heard them talking and it is confirmed. The time you have from being told is two weeks. But time passes by slowly here. Who knows how long it has actually been for you. I still have no idea if this vanishment process is transferable through writing but I must assume that it is. Forgive me!

January 13th, 2019

They are getting desperate to get to me. There is no mercy. For i have told. I broke the rules, for surely, this is my end. I have, two, three days at most. Please! Do not let this book fall into the innocent’s hands! For I see you. I know the man who hurts your daughter. Give this book to him! My hauntings will burn through his soul. Just as Drakehills has mine. You must hurry! They are getting in. I may not be able to hold off much longer!

January 14th, 2019

I have saved myself some time. I do not know how much. I set traps outside my door when I knew they were gone. I believe I got a hound. I heard its whimper. One such of that of a kitten. For I will not go down so easily. I must hurry. There is less time for you. You have eleven days! And I less!

This curse of a secret will not die with me. But with many others. Get this book into the evil man’s hands and you can die easily knowing he will hurt her no more. Tonight you will dream of the man and you will know who this shall belong to next. Otherwise I stay with you. You’d put your daughter in danger. Now, sir! I know you don’t want that. So make the sacrifice. Before you die give this to the man in cold blood. But first. I will need a drop of your blood on the cover to pass on from you. I cannot save you sir. But I will help you.

January 15th, 2019

I know you have not given it to him yet, sir. I am holding off for you. But I really don’t have much time. And you don’t either, Mr. Ten-days-left. I know how sick you are. I’ve told you I can see you. So quickly hand the book off. Feed me your blood! For your daughter! Do it for her! Did you not know I can speed up your days?

Hand me off, or I half your days.

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January 16th, 2019

Hello sir. It’s been roughly a month. A month since I took on dreamwalking. I didn’t ask for it. It just happened. One day I fell asleep and I appeared at a school. Awful right? I go to school all day, go home and try to sleep but I wind back up at a terrifying school. Everyone there is my definition of crazy. I’m not talking about the little old lady who sits on a park bench and talks to pigeons. I’m talking about the murderous type. The type that makes your neck hairs stand up. It’s creepy.

I should probably introduce myself now that I have explained my entire predicament shouldn’t I? My name is Eliot. I’m fifteen and I should probably be in a psych ward. Except, everytime I explain what is happening to me, whoever I tell, they disappear. No trace, no goodbye, just poof gone. Last week it was my parents. So you see, I can’t bear to let this secret out. Now, just in case vanishment is transferable through writing, you have roughly two weeks before you disappear. So, I’d get your will in order if I were you.

Do I mean to scare you, you ask? Well, no. I don’t. But I can’t bear to hide any longer. I need to get out of Drakehills. I think I’m slowly losing my sanity. The time I spend at Drakehill Hollow, is getting longer. More dangerous. I fear, I will die soon.

Now that you have heard my story; listen to my instructions….