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"Hello Gwegory."

Those words made me happy, to know my friend still remembered me. Box friend was here, and I was thrilled. I went up the stairs as he retreated into one of the rooms. I stood there, my feelings changing with every breath. I giggled like a child, and spoke in a voice much higher than my own. "I missed you, Box friend. I'm so glad I found you." He peeked his head out of the door, and I thought he was going to hug me. But instead, he said something that sent chills down my spine, "We could play forever, best fwend. But first, we need to stop that friend of yours, Johnny Toast. He'll ruin our fun!"

That was when I felt myself change. I caught my reflection in a window. My hair was a dark reddish brown, and my eyes had changed to a bright red. A voice was whispering in my head as my skin grew paler and paler. The voice said things that I didn't understand. I lowered my hood subconciously, unable to stop. The voice was telling me to do things. A grin formed on my face, but it wasn't mine. The voice had turned into an image of box friend. I felt myself take something out of my bag. A kitchen knife. And at that moment, I realised what was happening. The bad part was, it was too late to stop, because my voice whispered to me. But box friend wasn't controlling me any more. Jimmy was. And what he said as my senses faded out scared me. "Hey, Johnny. Want to know... My Secret? Stab. Stab. Stab."

That was this morning. My drowsy mind was pushing aside the heaps of guilt and placing the pieces together. Box friend and Jimmy. Took control of me. Made me kill Johnny. I couldn't believe it, and yet I could. I was too slow in realising what was happening. I should've pushed them both away. I started remembering images from when Jimmy had hold of my actions. I was a little boy, barely older than seven. I was sitting in an abandoned house, and my only friend was a floating cardboard box called box friend. I was eleven, and I was fed up with box friend following me around and scaring me. I found an old knife, suprisingly sharp, and it was coated in silver. I went over to box friend one night, and asked him whether he'd like to see the secret I found. I stabbed box friend in the head, stopping him. And he was back, wasn't he? He made me into Jimmy. That ghost, that entity, that demon. Less threatening than Maxwell Acachalla, but more dangerous than him. And I, the best paranormal expert on earth, let it into my head. I don't know how, but I did. And I promise myself, there and then, in that pitch black alleyway, that I wouldn't let him in again. Never.

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"Hello Gwegory."

Those words made me happy, to know my friend still remembered me. Box friend was here, and I was thrilled. I went up the stairs as he retreated into one of the rooms. I stood there, my feelings changing with every breath. I giggled like a child, and spoke in a voice much higher than my own. "I missed you, Box friend. I'm so glad I found you." He peeked his head out of the door, and I thought he was going to hug me. But instead, he said something that sent chills down my spine, "We could play forever, best fwend. But first, we need to stop that friend of yours, Johnny Toast. He'll ruin our fun!"

That was when I felt myself change. I caught my reflection in a window. My hair was a dark reddish brown, and my eyes had changed to a bright red. A voice was whispering in my head as my skin grew paler and paler. The voice said things that I didn't understand. I lowered my hood subconciously, unable to stop. The voice was telling me to do things. A grin formed on my face, but it wasn't mine. The voice had turned into an image of box friend. I felt myself take something out of my bag. A kitchen knife. And at that moment, I realised what was happening. The bad part was, it was too late to stop, because my voice whispered to me. But box friend wasn't controlling me any more. Jimmy was. And what he said as my senses faded out scared me. "Hey, Johnny. Want to know... My Secret? Stab. Stab. Stab."

That was this morning. My drowsy mind was pushing aside the heaps of guilt and placing the pieces together. Box friend and Jimmy. Took control of me. Made me kill Johnny. I couldn't believe it, and yet I could. I was too slow in realising what was happening. I should've pushed them both away. I started remembering images from when Jimmy had hold of my actions. I was a little boy, barely older than seven. I was sitting in an abandoned house, and my only friend was a floating cardboard box called box friend. I was eleven, and I was fed up with box friend following me around and scaring me. I found an old knife, suprisingly sharp, and it was coated in silver. I went over to box friend one night, and asked him whether he'd like to see the secret I found. I stabbed box friend in the head, stopping him. And he was back, wasn't he? He made me into Jimmy. That ghost, that entity, that demon. Less threatening than Maxwell Acachalla, but more dangerous than him. And I, the best paranormal expert on earth, let it into my head. I don't know how, but I did. And I promise myself, there and then, in that pitch black alleyway, that I wouldn't let him in again. Never.