My Name Is Allen

my name is Alan Allen. where i live is not important. the only thing that matters is them. they come to me in the darkness, late at night when the rest of the world sleeps. they come to me, they stand at the foot of my bed, and they whisper thing to me. they want my help. are they ghosts? demons? something else? i don't know. i need your help. you have to help me help them.

the first ones came in september. they told me the storm is coming. then one touched me, and i died. i woke in a morgue with red walls, floors, and ceiling. i screamed and the doctor said i had returned from the dead, it was a miracle, praise jesus. i went home, and that night i was visited again. this one told me to be ready, because soon the other side would try to gain hold of me.

i can't live like this.

i need you to help me.

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