 hoax we like to pull for attention, and it gives us a hobby and keeps me out of trouble, for the most part. That's the biggest reason they let me do it. As I got older and more capable, more able to help the ghosts, they became more insistent. That's when things got really bad.

Up until that point, I didn't know the ghosts could affect my dreams, and not in a good way. The nightmares got progressively worse, morphing into full on screaming and thrashing fits I couldn't wake up from. The migraines followed, though I'm still not sure if the ghosts were trying to talk to me, or just doing whatever they could to get my attention. Sometimes, their presence would become so oppressive as they tried to communicate I would completely zone out...which sent my grades into the toilet and my behavior into the realm of unmanageable. The worst, by far, is when they try to touch me.

I shiver as I take a bite of my salad, thoughts of yesterday's incident way too fresh in my mind. That ghost...I have no idea what his message meant, or what he wants from me, but I felt his agony when he touched me. Saying I was freaked out would be putting it lightly. I've got to find a way to get rid of him before things get worse.

Yanking me out of my thoughts, Holden slides his phone across the table to me. Curious, not to mention glad for the distraction, I grab the phone. The screen has gone dark already, so I bring it back to life with a quick tap. I'm greeted by a rather confusing email.

So, I'm not really sure if I'm even sending this to the right place, but a friend of mine had me watch your show last night on YouTube after he saw the live show and heard my name mentioned. I thought he was just punking me until I watched it.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Malachi Fields and my great grandma was Madeline Crew. That stuff on the board about the estate and the metal trucks and army men...it's all true. How did ya'll know about that stuff? And how did ya'll know about my great grandma? The things said about the Nazis, is that true?

Sorry, this is all just freaking me out a little. What am I supposed to get from the estate?
hoax we like to pull for attention, and it gives us a avocation and sustain me out of trouble, for the most part. That's the bad cause they let me do it. As I get older and more capable, more able to help oneself the ghosts, they became more clamant. That's when things got really bad. 

 Up until that distributor point, I didn't know the ghosts could affect my dreams, and not in a good manner. The nightmares got progressively bad, morphing into full on screaming and thrashing fit I couldn't wake up from. The migraines followed, though I'm still not sure if the ghost were trying to talk to me, or just doing whatever they could to get my attention. Sometimes, their presence would become so oppressive as they tried to communicate I would completely zone out... which sent my grades into the toilet and my behavior into the realm of unwieldy. The worst, by far, is when they try to tint me. 

 I shiver as I take a bite of my salad, thoughts of yesterday's incident direction too fresh in my mind. That ghost... I accept no idea what his message meant, or what he wants from me, but I felt his agony when he touched me. Saying I was freaked out would be frame it lightly. I've got to find a way to get rid of him before things get bad. 

 Yanking me out of my thoughts, Holden slides his phone across the table to me. Curious, not to note glad for the distraction, I grab the phone. The screen has gone dark already, so I bring it back to life sentence with a quick rap. I'm greeted by a rather confusing electronic mail. 

 So, I'm not really sure if I'm even sending this to the good place, but a supporter of mine had me watch your appearance last nox on YouTube after he saw the live show and learn my name mentioned. I thought he was just punking me until I watched it. 

 I guess I should insert myself. My name is Malachi Fields and my great grandma was Madeline Crew. That stuff on the circuit board about the estate and the metal hand truck and army men... it's all on-key. How did ya'll know about that stuff? And how did ya'll know about my great grandma? The things said about the Nazis, is that truthful? 

 Sorry, this is all barely freak out me out a short. What am I supposed to get from the estate?
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So, I'm noT really sUrE iF I'M eVen SendiNG this to tHe RigHt PlaCe, but A Friend Of minE had Me WaTCh yOur show LAsT NIght On yoUTubE afTeR he saW the LIve Show and Heard my naMe mENtioNeD. I Thought He was just punkInG me until I wAtCheD it.

I guESS I should Introduce myself. My name is mAlachi FIelDs and My grEat grandmA waS MadelIne cRew. ThaT stuff On the BoArd ABOut thE EStAte AnD the metal tRUCks And arMy Men...iT's all trUe. How did ya'll know abOUt tHat stuff? And hoW diD ya'lL KNoW abOUt MY grEaT GraNDMa? The things said About the NaZiS, Is That true?

SoRRy, tHiS is all jUst freaKing mE Out a litTle. What am i supposed To Get fROM thE estate?
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So , I'm not really s u reif I'm even s end ingt h is  to th e  ri gh t  pl a c e, but a friend  of mine h ad me  watch you r  sh ow  last n ight on  YouT u be afte r he sawthe livesh ow a n d  he ard my nam e mentio ned. I th o ughth ewas j ust  punki ng  me  unti l I wa t che d it. 

I gu es s I sh ouldin troducemyself. My name is Mala chi Fi eldsand  my great  gr a ndm a was Mad elin e Crew. Th atstu ff on  th e  boar d ab o ut  th e  esta te a n d the met a ltru c k sand army me n . . .it 's al l t r ue. Ho w di d ya'll know abou t  that stuff? A nd h o w  di d y a 'llkn ow about my gr eat  g r a ndma? Th ethings said  about t he Nazis , is t hat tr ue?

So r r y, this i s al l j ust freak ing  m e  out ali tt l e. Wha t am  I  suppo sed to getf r om the estate?
 hoax_we like_to pull for attention,_and it_gives_us a_hobby_and keeps me_out of trouble,_for the most part._That's the biggest_reason_they let me do it. As I got older and more capable, more able_to_help the_ghosts,_they_became more insistent. That's when_things got really bad.

Up until_that point,_I didn't know the ghosts could affect my_dreams,_and not in_a good way. The nightmares got progressively worse, morphing_into full on screaming and thrashing_fits I couldn't_wake_up_from. The migraines followed,_though I'm still not sure if_the ghosts were trying to talk_to me, or just doing whatever they_could to get my attention. Sometimes,_their presence would become so_oppressive as_they tried to communicate I_would completely zone_out...which sent_my grades into_the toilet and my behavior into_the realm of_unmanageable. The worst, by far, is_when_they try to_touch_me.

I_shiver as_I take a_bite_of my_salad,_thoughts of yesterday's incident way too_fresh_in my mind. That ghost...I have no_idea what his message_meant,_or what he wants_from me, but I felt_his agony when he touched me._Saying I_was freaked_out would be putting it lightly. I've got to find a_way to get rid of him_before things get worse.

Yanking_me out_of_my thoughts, Holden_slides_his phone_across the table to me. Curious, not_to mention_glad for the distraction, I grab_the phone. The screen_has_gone dark already, so I bring_it back to life with a_quick tap. I'm greeted by_a_rather_confusing email.

So, I'm not really_sure if I'm even sending this_to the right_place, but a friend of mine had_me_watch your show last night on_YouTube_after he saw the live show_and_heard_my name mentioned. I thought_he was just punking me until_I watched it.

I guess I should introduce myself. My_name is Malachi_Fields and my great grandma_was_Madeline_Crew. That stuff on the board about the estate and_the metal_trucks and army_men...it's all true. How did ya'll know about that stuff?_And how did ya'll know about my_great grandma? The things said about the Nazis, is that true?

Sorry,_this is all just freaking me out a_little. What am I supposed to get_from the estate?