Jack Follman

We called the cops and had the house 110 percent searched. Nothing turned up, but the cop who gave me the video system pointed out that we should review the footage to see if it showed anything.

There were memories that I WANTED to forget.

Good luck ever trusting anyone again.

I was five when my dad died. That’s when Hungy came into my life. He was my best friend.

I tell people my story sometimes and I see them get physically ill.

YOU’LL NEVER BE ALONE.

You can’t beat a demon with an acoustic guitar solo.

The rustling came from behind at first. I stopped, turned around and assessed the land behind me. Nothing seemed to move.

I was told that I couldn’t actually be charged with anything, but talking about my interactions with Graham publicly could change that. However, they never said anything about putting my story in writing.

“I need you to chain me up,” Sonya said. I laughed. “It’s not funny.”

“You remind me of her,” Susan whispered from behind me.

You don’t belong here.

The single candle looked to still be lit in that room. I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing in there next to it.

“What you will see on this video tape is either a spirit or the work of a demon…”

It was a crime of convenience. Actually, it wasn’t even a crime because I didn’t pull the trigger. Becca pulled the trigger on herself.

Tarah went and did something beyond crazy. Something I thought even she wasn’t capable of.

I would ease closer to her once we got out onto one of the long, dark highways she was going to have to take to get out of town. That is when my work would really begin.

Sometimes it’s best to let secrets lie if they work in your favor.