Putting these stories out is basically an act of faith at this point that they will even reach you. It's just listening to some information about the 4.9 earthquake in New York that happened today. We don't know what's

coming next but can't be good. Here's out of the Swells number 13. Hillview Academy for Children of Excellence.

Part 2. I stared into the dark doorway, the tall man having disappeared inside.

We need a couple minutes, Eric called out to him.

A moment later, the door slammed shut.

Again, I said in a little voice,

what are you doing here?

I'm trying to document what's happening so I can get

appropriate help for the family. But you're a tech guy, you're not a researcher. It's a

good question, Judith commented, and you're sleeping in their guest room.

And with your history, I pointed out, I thought you weren't going to mess with this stuff anymore.

Eric kicked at a crack in the pavement, avoiding our eyes.

You need to go home, I said quietly.

It will follow me, he replied. I can't do that to Noah. What exactly do you mean? I had a dream about a week

before I got the footage from that ghost hunter. I'd never even heard of this place before

then, but I had a dream about that

building with the gymnasium. I was in there shooting baskets and these boys came out

onto the court. They started teasing me, you know, old high school stuff, making fun of me for being gay.

It got nasty and they attacked me.

It was incredibly vivid, but when I woke up I figured it was just some stress-induced dream. I was achy though, my head hurt.

When I went into the bathroom and saw my reflection, I had a black eye and my nose was bleeding. There were bruises on my legs and arms.

And you didn't think to mention this before now? Judith demanded.

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