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Update 11/23/16

God. Help us all. Sorry. This blog is for those of you who have had similar experiences to mine, which I hope you have not. My name's Lila. I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts, but moved away to New York for college. The town I grew up in was just a normal suburban trash heep. I've never been one for a suburban life. But my family, which consisted of my mother, father older sister Vivianne and I, lived in a fairly large house closed to the historic district. Me and Viv, who was 2 years older than me, walked to school everyday except Fridays, when Viv had drama and I had piano lessons after school. It was usually dark when those ended, so my mother would pick us up. One day, after me and Viv got home, mom sat us down at the table and told us that she had gotten a new job. We didn't have to move, but she wouldn't be able to pick us up after school on Fridays anymore, which wasn't a big deal. Me and Viv were in middle school and dad was home most of the time on Fridays, so everything would be alright, right? Well, after a few months of dad picking us up, dad had to go on a business trip and left me and Viv to fend for ourselves on the five minute walk from school to home. I was excited, seeing as I was a 6th grader, and I wanted to prove to mom and dad that I was a big girl now that I was out of elementary school. So, after Viv finished in drama, she came to get me from my piano lesson with the music teacher and we left the school. We had gotten about a quarter of the way home when Viv started walking faster and rushing me. I only got a glance behind us to see a hooded figure under a street lamp. We started to run, which quickly became a sprint. When we got home, Viv slammed and locked the door. She pulled me into the living room and shoved me into the closet, stepping in and closing the door. I remember shaking and crying. We heard a knock at the door. We didn't move, even though it couldn't see, nor hear us. We didn't do much as breathe. It knocked again, louder and more persistent this time. This kept on until we heard a window break. Viv locked the closet door and we held our breath again. We heard it slowly creep around. Then, I heard it speak. Oh God. I still remember the voice. "Vivi, Lila. I know you're in here." It said, sounding like something of a paedophile. That's when I recognized the voice. It was Viv's boyfriend, Felix. That's when he broke the nob on the closet door, breaking the lock. He ripped opened the door and just stood there. He had a hoodie on and the hood was up, so we couldn't see his eyes. Just the twisted smile he wore. "F-felix?" I remember saying. "Lee, that's not Felix." Viv said, shaking her head. Felix took a revolver out if his pocket and shot her in the head, killing her instantly. I just stood there, expressionless. He looked at me with that same twisted smile, then be slowly put his hood down, revealing deep, pitch black holes for eyes. That's wasn't Felix. No. Felix Winchester hadn't been at school that day. Later, we found out that he was shot and killed. In the head. No signs of struggle. Just a hole in his head. Not much blood. No weapon. He was just dead in his bedroom floor. A few years passed and I was living in New York with my boyfriend I'd met in college, Danny. We lived in a high rise apartment at the time and we both had pretty decent jobs. I worked at a fashion outlet and he was a musician. One night, I got home from work pretty late. About 10 at night I'd say. It was pouring rain out and I was freezing. Neither me nor Danny had a car, so really all I could do was walk home in the rain. I got home and he was sitting on the couch. I got dressed in some warm, dry clothes while he rented a movie. I sat next to him on the couch and he started A Clockwork Orange. There was a knock at the door. I stood up and walked to the door to see who it was, hoping it was the pizza guy. I opened it to see a girl who looked to be about 13 wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. She looked up at me with that twisted smile and I got a glimpse of a deep black eye. I closed and locked the door. I called the cops, but when they got there, she was gone. What startled me the most was her frightening resemblance to Viv. If you have experienced anything like this, please share your story and if you know how to stop these visits, please, for the love of all that is holy, share. I want these to stop.

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Update 12/24/16

The writer of this blog, Lila Annette Gar, was shot in the head by an unknown killer. She is one of many unsolved cases involving a shot to the head by what is believed to be a revolver by an unknown killer. I was her boyfriend. My name is Danny. I didn't know she had this blog until my friend showed it to me a few days ago. If you know how to stop this from happening, please comment your story. I don't want to suffer her fate. I don't want her to come back as whatever the hell these things are. I could go back to England, I know her sister died in Massachusetts and Lila died here, in New York, so that's no help. But please. If you know how to stop these things, help.

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