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Chapter Twenty-Six: Grave Yard
Elijah As if my mind were seeing what Mayah was seeing, I saw the woodshed, not as it was, but as it used to be. With split wood piled up along the walls, and a metal cot in the back corner, along with an oil lamp, and a pile of books. I blinked and it was gone. When my eyes swept the shed again, there was nothing but old construction supplies. Jeremy’s eyes were swiveling back and forth between the two of us. “So, are you telling me that this s.hit is happening during the day too?” I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea that I might be possessed and lose control of myself like the others had. I shrugged it off and shut the door to the woodshed. When the door closed, Mayah seemed to shake herself out of the vision. She tipped her head at me. “We should go look at the graveyard.”
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