NintendoDude (2012-06-07 05:50:53)

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Beware, this is lame.




Hello.
Im here to tell you a story about a friend I knew.This is was wrote in his journal.

May 26, 1997.
I met a nice girl today. I was riding in the rain in my truck. It was getting late so I was heading home. On the way I saw a lovely hitchhiker. I asked her if she needed help. She replied,"Please, If been standing her for 37 minutes" I smiled and let her in. We had a good conversation. We actually had many things in common.When we reached her house she thanked me. I rode home and thought to myself. I should see her tomorrow!

May 27 1997,
I have a wierd feeling...I went to her house. Im scared..really scared. I met her mom, I told her about her daughter. She said,"I had one....But she died 5 years ago." I quickly ran home. I'm scared to death...what happened that night? I can't even stop trembling. I have picked up a ghost..

That was all that was left. He soon went missing and was never found.

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NintendoDude (2012-06-07 15:58:53)

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I wrote this in my room at 10:50 and it was completely dark. o-o

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kblackeagle (2012-06-08 01:42:23)

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Too short...

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NintendoDude (2012-06-08 04:26:11)

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Tell my substitute about that. She told us the story.

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