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I got to my feet shakily, and I slowly stumbled to one of the walls of the dark alley. Wipinv the tears away, I whispered. "God damn you, Jimmy." The tears started to run again and I just sat, my eyes closed. I didn't want to see the figure of Johnny, a few metres away. I didn't want to see my blood stained hands, or the knife still at the end of the alley. I didn't want to see any indication that this was real. I was desperately hoping that it was all just a nightmare. But I knew better. The pain in my heart was too strong to be fake. I don't know how long I sat there, my head against the brick wall. Strands of my hair fell in my face, but they were a deep reddish black in what light I had to see with. Not my hair colour. Jimmy was changing me, on the inside and out. I was punishing myself for something that, theoretically, I didn't do. I was unconcious, with Jimmy in hold of my body. And yet, I still felt a pang of guilt, because if I had fought against him better, I wouldn't be here. If I hadn't done things, made friends with people, let them inside my heart and mind, then I wouldn't be in this mess. And with all the feelings that were drowning me, I just curled up and thought of what happened this morning.

Earlier that day:
Me and Johnny were sitting in the back of my car, in between jobs. He was reading some book he found, and was leaning against the right door, his legs tucked to his chest, his mind so engulfed in the book that he wasn't paying attention to me. Because I was on the opposite side to him, muttering to, seemingly, myself. I wasn't muttering to myself though. I was talking to the voice in my head, who I'd just reaslied could make me do stuff. My voice kept changing slightly in pitch as he spoke, and then went back to normal when I did. We had just finished something to do with a demon girl, and we were outside a scruffy looking house with a huge fence. Johnny was doing this job alone, as he said he could handle it. He said it was to do with nintendo ghosts, and I had no idea what that was.

At around five in the afternoon, Johnny grabbed his bag, his silver knife and his radio, and got out after muttering a hasty goodbye. I got out and stood watching him walk up the path, where a woman with red hair and a green shirt was waiting, before I got into the driver's side and set off for the other side of town. I wasn't nervous about this job, as I'd been to this house before and it was stuff like a poltergeist smashing beer bottles. A level five or six at best. But I wish I'd known what was there when I parked outside. I grabbed my gear, my radio and my pistol, and went up to the door. The sound of shouting came from inside. I knocked three times and a man with ruffled black hair opened the door. "Thank god you're here I swear, that thing hates us." he said, sounding slightly drunk and very peeved off.I followed him inside and he pointed up the stairs, where a reddish glow was coming from. I thought it would be a level eight at the most, but I was wrong. This was a level 10, as in Maxwell Acachalla bad.

I slowly went up until I was on the third step. And a figure appeared. The man and his friend screamed and ran into the kitchen. But I stood, shocked. No way. There was no way this... this thing was back. But he was in front of my eyes. The red glow grew, as did a grin on my face. I didn't know why I was grinning, but the part of me that wasn't a paranormal investigator was thrilled at the sight of my old friend. My very, very old friend. And as I slowly started ascending up, he whispered, in his childish voice. "Hello Gwegory. I missed you."

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I got to my feet shakily, and I slowly stumbled to one of the walls of the dark alley. Wipinv the tears away, I whispered. "God damn you, Jimmy." The tears started to run again and I just sat, my eyes closed. I didn't want to see the figure of Johnny, a few metres away. I didn't want to see my blood stained hands, or the knife still at the end of the alley. I didn't want to see any indication that this was real. I was desperately hoping that it was all just a nightmare. But I knew better. The pain in my heart was too strong to be fake. I don't know how long I sat there, my head against the brick wall. Strands of my hair fell in my face, but they were a deep reddish black in what light I had to see with. Not my hair colour. Jimmy was changing me, on the inside and out. I was punishing myself for something that, theoretically, I didn't do. I was unconcious, with Jimmy in hold of my body. And yet, I still felt a pang of guilt, because if I had fought against him better, I wouldn't be here. If I hadn't done things, made friends with people, let them inside my heart and mind, then I wouldn't be in this mess. And with all the feelings that were drowning me, I just curled up and thought of what happened this morning.

Earlier that day:
Me and Johnny were sitting in the back of my car, in between jobs. He was reading some book he found, and was leaning against the right door, his legs tucked to his chest, his mind so engulfed in the book that he wasn't paying attention to me. Because I was on the opposite side to him, muttering to, seemingly, myself. I wasn't muttering to myself though. I was talking to the voice in my head, who I'd just reaslied could make me do stuff. My voice kept changing slightly in pitch as he spoke, and then went back to normal when I did. We had just finished something to do with a demon girl, and we were outside a scruffy looking house with a huge fence. Johnny was doing this job alone, as he said he could handle it. He said it was to do with nintendo ghosts, and I had no idea what that was.

At around five in the afternoon, Johnny grabbed his bag, his silver knife and his radio, and got out after muttering a hasty goodbye. I got out and stood watching him walk up the path, where a woman with red hair and a green shirt was waiting, before I got into the driver's side and set off for the other side of town. I wasn't nervous about this job, as I'd been to this house before and it was stuff like a poltergeist smashing beer bottles. A level five or six at best. But I wish I'd known what was there when I parked outside. I grabbed my gear, my radio and my pistol, and went up to the door. The sound of shouting came from inside. I knocked three times and a man with ruffled black hair opened the door. "Thank god you're here I swear, that thing hates us." he said, sounding slightly drunk and very peeved off.I followed him inside and he pointed up the stairs, where a reddish glow was coming from. I thought it would be a level eight at the most, but I was wrong. This was a level 10, as in Maxwell Acachalla bad.

I slowly went up until I was on the third step. And a figure appeared. The man and his friend screamed and ran into the kitchen. But I stood, shocked. No way. There was no way this... this thing was back. But he was in front of my eyes. The red glow grew, as did a grin on my face. I didn't know why I was grinning, but the part of me that wasn't a paranormal investigator was thrilled at the sight of my old friend. My very, very old friend. And as I slowly started ascending up, he whispered, in his childish voice. "Hello Gwegory. I missed you."