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Chapter Eight

Wilderness of Madness

IT WAS BEGINNING to get late. The white candle had nearly
burned all the way down, so it was time to light the red one.

I had no idea what this meant or what I was doing, but it
made things worse. To try to get some rest that night, I had
taken a few Benadryl, but that did not help. I was about to
experience a horrible night.
There was so much going on at one time. The voices

never stopped. Ever. It was constant, and there were many.
Different pitches and tones. There was not a moment’s peace.
I was still being reminded that I didn’t know who I was
messing with, and Dina’s voice would still ring loudly in my

ears calling me names and threatening me. I then began
hearing John’s voice fighting with Dina, accompanied by
sharp sensations that would begin in my feet and then move
up and throughout my body. The fights between John and
Dina were terrible. I heard all kinds of things that I did not
want to hear. Later, I was introduced to a new loud and scary

voice.

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