Dear Journal,
Reverend Hale came by today. He was here exorcising Betty. Trying to make her wake. The room felt cold and empty. Lifeless. Dead. Betty didn't wake for awhile. I was scared. I knew she was faking, but the whole thing was scary. I began chanting names. Betty then awoke and chanted the names with me. Adrenaline was running through me. My heart got faster and faster, then it all stopped...
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