October 3
I was forcibly separated from my soul, today. Someone took a spiritual vacuum hose and held it against my forehead. It made a loud squeaking noise, and then a violent pop. I felt the old boy leave, but honestly, at that point, what could I do? I just sat in a small silence for a moment. The woman with the vacuum must have seen my face because she said "We'll bring it back round at five. Don't worry; we only need it for the day."
I've got him back, now, and he's telling me strange stories about yesterday, and the day before. I'm not sure I believe him, honestly. He says I forget when I sleep, but I think I would remember something like that.
October 4
Some strange woman came in with a vacuum of sorts, today, and pulled my soul right out of my body.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
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