My Best friend, Max, of fourteen years just died and I would do anything to get him back. I miss him so much. I'm writing here because I just need somewhere to vent.

But I didn't just wanna vent out my feelings. I needed some place to write on. I keep on seeing this figure. It goes everywhere I go. I can't tell if I'm seeing things or if it's really there. I've been sober for almost two months now.

I keep thinking, hoping, that the figure is Max. But I don't know. I need a sign. My mind is constantly wondering about the figure. It's to the point where I havnt slept for six days straight.

I can't take it. I have to find out if it's him or if I'm crazy or if it's an evil entity. It's looking at me right now. I have to touch it.

I touched it. That thing is NOT my friend. Oh my god. What the fuck did I just witness. It-It had teeth and I felt like it attacked my soul.

It's still here. I think I'm going insane. Whoever is still reading this. If you see a figure after you lose a loved one. it's not them. I'm trapped. I don't know where or how. But I can still write on this piece of paper. And if you're reading this where I left it (6th Aveune) Go home right now. Before you're-


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