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A friend

It was always a struggle to have to keep or pack the items that belonged to a deceased loved. One, much more so if it was your own daughter... but Jamie's mother had no choice. She had hoped that there would be clues left behind by his son as to who could have attacked him in the forest. The way his body was found so heavily mutilated... as if some wild beast did the bidding for her son's death... That was when she found his journal that sat inside one of the drawers of Jamie's desk. Everything seemed normal for a 12 year old boy, but the last few entries truly intrigued her. August 10, xxxx It hasn't been that long since I first saw this dog, he was black furred and look quite fit to be a stray. Yet I saw no collar and no tag to prove that he was owned. But one thing's for sure, that he liked following me home all the time, I didn't think much of it, really. I get strays following me home all the time but this one was definitely strange. He didn't ask for food, nor water so I thought maybe he just wasn't all that hungry or that someone else fed him before he would follow me August 13, xxxx The black dog seemed to have found a permanent residence under my mom's car at night. It usually kept watch all throughout the night, I would know because sometimes, when I wake up at the middle of the night and sneak a peek through the window, I see him beside our gate. And at times he would turn his head to look at me, as if he could feel my presence. Those eyes of his seem to glow yellow. It creeps me out August 17, xxxx I think I'm getting paranoid with this dog. My parents don't mind his presence by the gate, they already call him a friend. Maybe I need to stop waking up at night, but how can I when I always hear the sound of claws scratching the wall or the windows in my room. I was sure they were getting scratched, because large marks were left behind. My parents don't see the scratches though, he doesn't scratch in front of their window, just mine August 21, xxxx I'm getting scared, I've been hearing howls and loud growls at night, I don't know if it's the dog because whenever I look out the window, he's just sitting still by the gate as usual, still looking as if he was a statue there. I need to get rid of this dog. I don't want to get blood on my hands but it's either I go or he goes. August 22, xxxx I'm going to take him to the forest nearby... pray for my soul. *Later on in thats same day, news came out of how a dead body was found in the woods. The limbs were ripped apart, large bites covered the body and his head, missing. It seemed as if he was tortured to death that day. They only found a dog that sat beside the dead boy, looking at anybody who came near it with such a blank expression* ------- And as Jamie's mother came to the realization of who had killed her son. It was far too late, because the black dog had managed to find his way into the house. And it looked at Jamie's mother with the same blank stare that her son had described. She was next. simpleledger:qq06akmf7c5uxc6u6dnlswhrrqxv22tsa5326ymw4u

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