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Momma, our house is haunted.

His name is Auguston. I met him that day you left me home on my sixth birthday. He thought no one was home—I saw him.

Momma, Auguston looks like daddy. Why does he look like daddy?

Momma, I apologize. I won't talk about Auguston anymore.

Please don't cry.

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Momma, I had a nightmare today. But you were sleeping.

Auguston came and comforted me. He said he would hug me but he's see through.

Momma, Auguston is kind to me. He sits and talks to me when you're not here.

Momma, why do you hate him so much? He didn't do anything wrong.

I'm sorry, momma. I won't talk about him.

Please don't hit me.

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Mom, I don't know the answer to this question…

But you're not home are you?

Auguston helps me study. He helps me with my homework. The only reason I am on honor standing is because Auguston helps me.

He teaches me what I miss at school, makes sure I understand. He keeps me company.

But I can't tell you that can I?

You'll hit me and call me delusional.

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Mom, please put down that bottle. You're hurting me.

You got held back. I understand. But please don't bring anymore of those evil drinks into the house. Auguston doesn't like it when you drink.

I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Please don't throw your bottle at my head.

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He's not a figment of my imagination. He really isn't.

Please believe, friend. I'm not crazy.

He really is here. He's just shy. He doesn't like other people. He looks like dad.

Please don't leave me.

I won't talk about him anymore.

Promise.

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Dear Diary,

Auguston is mad at me. I just know it. I woke up today with rope burns on my wrist. My room is a mess. Grandmother's favorite china set is shattered. It looks like we were robbed.

I'm scared.

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Auguston, please where are you? Mom got into a car accident. I'm terrified. Is she going to be ok?

Auguston, why do you have wings?

They're grey.

You're not see through.

Are you an angel?

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Where are you, Auguston? Why are there men moving stuff out of my home? Who is that man in the suit walking around like he owns the place? Who is the woman on the ground crying?

Why am I still in bed sleeping peacefully despite the loud crashes and roaring activity when I'm clearly here?

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Is this what they mean by spirited away?

If it is then I want to stay here forever.

Auguston, you are beautiful. I don't care if you're a demon. Or if you're a shape shifter. Who cares if that's even your real face?

I just want to stay here beside you.

Dad.

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"Sweety. Sweety! Wake up!" my eyes flutter and I glance upon the worried figures of my mom and dad. "What's wrong, honey?" my mom asks worriedly.

Dad touches my forehead and mutters that I'm running a fever.

His touch burns. My mom's hands touch my cheeks for a second and my eyes start to water. They embrace me in a big bear hug.

"I had a bad dream."

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