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"Inside"

Journal entry #1:
It's been a week since I've found myself trapped in this room. It looks like my bedroom, with shelves, posters and the works; yet it isn't my room. The room has no windows for me to peer into the outside world, which makes me question how long it's actually been since I showed up here. There's only one door in the entire room and it leads into the bathroom. Thankfully my captors have given me a place to relieve myself. I'm still in shock and incredible confusion as to how I even got here. In fact, thinking back I don't recall much that happened before the fear I felt waking up here. A part of me hopes that this is only a dream, one that I might soon wake from.

Journal entry #2:
It's been a minute since the last time I wrote in here. I'm just thankful that in the panic of trying to figure out what was going on, I still had a journal from my childhood that I never filled out. I guess I knew back then that I'd need it now. For the last day or so, I've been searching for any way to escape, but to no avail. I've even gone as far as peeling back wallpaper, hoping to find some kind of hidden doorway. No luck. There's nothing but plywood and insolation. It just doesn't make sense to me, why make a replica of my bedroom? And most concerning of all, how did they get me into a place that has no entrances, nor exits?

Journal entry #3:
I've begun to give up any hope of escape. There haven't been any signs of life outside of myself, making the isolation even more unbearable. I've found myself bored, the only means of entertainment are talking to myself and dreaming up what might have happened to me. Maybe this is some kind of waking nightmare. Did I die in my sleep, only to wake up in purgatory? Only time will tell what will come of this.

Journal entry #4:
It hasn't been long since I wrote my last entry. I just heard a sound from outside the walls, a voice that sounds like it's trying to communicate. I'm going to try and say something. I hope they can hear me in here. Maybe they can help me escape!

Journal entry #5:
I tried for nearly an hour, calling out until I nearly lost my voice. Unfortunately, the voice did not return. I wanted to cry, but I have to fight the tears and stay strong. The voices are a sign that I am not alone.

Journal entry #6:
The voices are getting closer now. I can almost make out their words. They're calling out my name. "Hailey, Hailey!" I think that's what they're saying. It's hard to tell. I think they're coming from behind my bed, the wall opposite my bathroom. I'm going to try and tear at the wall a little bit more. Maybe I'll create a hole just big enough that they can hear me calling out to them. I'll write more if there's any progress.

Journal entry #7:
I've spent so long, maybe a few hours, tearing a giant hole in the wall. I'm greeted with insolation and plywood. I've started taking down some of the insolation to see what lies behind it. I think it's another wall. I'm going to try tomorrow to find something heavy to knock a hole in the wall. wish me luck. I'm pretty tired, might call it a night.

Journal entry #8:
I had a dream last night that felt like I was moving about in the outside world. I missed the feeling of the cool breeze against my skin and the birds chirping in the trees overhead. But something was off about the dream. It was like someone else was controlling my steps, like I was simply along for the ride while the one in control lead me from place to place, interacting with people through words that weren't my own. It was scary. I don't know why I felt compelled to write the dream down, it was just so vivid and unusual that it might be linked to my situation somehow. Anyways, I think I hear them calling my name again. It sounds so close now, it sounds like they're just behind the wall. Wish me luck.

Journal entry #9:
I've done it! I broke the wall down! And the outside, it looks familiar. I can't quite place my finger on it, but I see movement coming from outside. It's like I'm looking straight up at the sky, observing the clouds moving overhead, but I'm not looking up to see it. It's just everything that's on the outside is this. I'm starting to feel dizzy. What is happening to me?

I rubbed my eyes and found myself laying on the ground in a field of grass. I sat up and looked around me. My friends? They looked to be in tears, tears of joy as they looked at me with hope.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice a little groggy. "Where am I?"
"Hailey!" my best friend, Monica said as she leaped toward me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. "I don't know if you remember any of this, but we messed around with an Ouija board a few weeks ago, and you changed. I guess the spirit we contacted possessed you. We've been fighting all this time to get you back!"
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