Hey there! Whoever's left out there. I'm in bit of a hurry today this is documentation #001 December 15th 1935. *radio fizzles*. 'Something is happening to me'. Says the low montone voice.'I have no idea whats happening though '.says the weird man on the radio. 'Please if your listening I want you to know that I didn't mean '!*radio cuts out*.
*I place the radio down softly with fumbling hands, onto the antique dust encrusted coffee table*
'Huh'. 'How weird'. I say in my mind.'I slowly back out of my dead grandfathers attic,practically tripping over all the old cassette tapes littered on the floor boards.I end up stumbling over an old musty milk crate carrying what's seems to be hundreds of them. I fall right on my ass and let out a yelp as my tail bone crumbles under my weight. I sigh and lay down. As the floor boards are practically insulting my weight. I turn my head 90 degrees to my right and stare out of his old foggy window.'I mean I don't technically feel bad for his death he was never around to support my mom'. I say scratching my head and gazing out upon the layers upon layers of trees outside of his house. I couldn't help but notice my mum signalling for me to come outside.*i let out a groan* hoped up and went outside.
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