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Looking back on this, after about 30 years. I'm not sure if this story is even true. It was most likely my overactive imagination as a child dealing with whatever trauma life seems to throw at children for no reason. Maybe I was resisting to become what i saw the bullies ridicule at school. I didn't want to become the stereotype, but who does. This story was long in the past though. I have grown, as everyone does, and have become what young me would hate, someone who unashamedly embraces his heritage. A lot has changed though. That part of my life is over. Mom is gone. At the same time, not much has changed. In about half an hour I'm going to meet Junior again and perform our ritual, which he probably just does to keep me happy, but im glad to do that nonetheless. That ritual is who I am, and I'm glad to celebrate what makes me, me.

I finally look. Dad is... Dad is dead, again. The dogs are tearing him to pieces, as if the ghost dogs are angry and need his ghost flesh to avenge themselves. It is finally over. I can't believe it's finally [[over]].

I'm too scared to come out. I don't want to see Junior hurt from the ghost. After a while, I finally muster up the courage. As I see them fighting i realize they look really similar. Maybe.. maybe it is my father. I can't believe dad would do this. There is too much pain. I look away, i can't see Junior get that same [[pain]] i got. I look away and cry.

In his pain, the ghost leaves. He is [[angry]] at Junior.

I hear Junior yelling from the other room, he's trying to protect me from the ghost. At the same time the ghost leans down to that spot to hurt me. It doesn't work! Whatever Junior put on my neck burns the ghost, he doesn't seem to like it. Maybe this will finally make him [[leave]], this has to, it hurt him.

The ghost comes back in my room. I can feel him there. I look away. I know what's going to happen, what always happens. First he sucks the life out of my head, then i start shaking, then Junior comes and the ghost is gone. [[I don't even look]].

Junior wants to help me, he puts a weird thing on my neck where the fancy dancer hurts me. The weird thing [[hurt]]s a little but Junior says it will help and i trust him.

After that, everything was [[calm]]. The fancydancer ghost is gone, the bullies aren't bullying.

Before I know it, the ghost is gone. I couldn't see where he went. Maybe he's [[gone]]for good. A blur comes back, I thought it was the ghost, it's actually the deputy. He hurts Junior, he hurts him bad... That's will become the last time that i see the deputy.

I feel asleep in my room happily. It doesn't always stay that way though. I woke up to the fancy dancer giving me the shakes again. As i look over, I see Junior. He has a... He has a gun! i can't believe it, maybe he can stop the ghost! So many thoughts go through my mind but they soon go away and are replaced by BANG BANG BANG BANG [[BANG]]

After the Junior/Dog fight, the deputy Sheriff is being nice to us. I think he likes us. Hes taking me to school! Maybe the [[fancydancer]] will be scared with the deputy coming?

Mom makes us stay home sick. I don't want to because the ghost can hurt me, but at least Junior is here. It turns out to be a [[good]] weekend.

I felt safe after last night, Junior made me feel safe. The next morning we walked to the bus stop, there were bullies of course, but the fancy dancer never left the [[house]]. Until today. I think he was mad that he missed out on hurting me last night, because he came back today to hurt me all the way at the bus stop. I hate how he takes away my control. I hake shaking.

I felt bad that night. Bad is a feeling that happens a lot these nights. Why does the fancy dancer want to hurt me. The person who came in my room this night wasn't the fancydancer though, it was Junior. He helped wash off the bad words written by the [[school]] bullies.

I stood by mom's side as Junior woke up. I don't think he knows what happened. I'm not sure what even happened. The dog's are gone though, and Junior is okay. So I'm [[happy]].

Junior went under the house. He was looking for "Dad" i think. That's not dad and even if it was, why is he looking for him. The ghost will only hurt him. Scary dogs from the neighbors house are under the house too. I had to call mom to help. It used to be easier to remember the number, why is it [[hard]] now?

I walked to the bus stop with Junior They picked on me again, like they usually do. I was ready to put on my tough face. I never give them the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, besides its not something i havent felt before. This time though, Junior fought them back. He hit the bully really hard, so hard even Junior cried. I wonder if [[the ghost is hurting him too]].

It was okay after that for a little while. The man doesn't really bother me unless i'm [[alone]]. I've been hanging out with junior so that's fun.

Junior went outside a minute ago. I didn't even hear him, i don't know how the fancydancer ghost did. I guess ghosts just have powers like that. When Junior came back the ghost was gone again. I hope he forgets about the ghost, he already [[worries]] about me too much.

The ghost fancy dancer came again, and I don't think he's gonna stop. He only get's hungrier. Junior saw me shake i think, but he didn't see the bad man. This is the 6th time. It won't be the last[[...]]

I heard Junior talking to mom as i watched cartoons. They think that i didn't hear, but i did. Junior is so dumb, he thinks the [[ghost]] is dad, dad wouldn't hurt me like that. I hope, maybe, he'll just hurt me and not Junior or mom.

Dino's Descent It's a new day. A new day to have fun. I recently moved with my family, well my mom and brother, My dad is gone. It's pretty fun here. Well at least it is fun until [[he comes...]]

The mysterious man starts coming in my room, He's a ghost but he looks friendly. He is very friendly, he acts like he already knows me. Maybe he's just one of those people who gets along with everybody right away. I think he's gonna dance for me, hes dressed like one of those... what are they called? A fancy dancer? Yeah, hes a fancy dancer. I already k[[no]]w i will like him.

No... No, no, no. He is not friendly at all, he wants to hurt me. He is... I think he's sucking the life out of me. He puts his mouth on my neck and sucks, he sucks right from my skull. It [[hurts]] but he won't stop if i ask, it only makes him mad. After he does it, it makes me shake. A bad shake that I can't stop. I think he's making me sick.