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The Unseen Witness: A Murder Revealed

The Unseen Witness: A Murder Revealed

Gavin

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My name is Elara Vance, and I've been dead for five years. I'm a ghost, trapped in the dilapidated lakeside cabin where I was murdered. For half a decade, I' ve been forced to witness the world remember me as 'the psycho foster kid' who died of an overdose, 'the monster,' 'the ungrateful charity case.' This is the false narrative my adoptive family, the Vances, spun to cover their tracks. Tonight, a famous YouTuber, Chad Logan, aka 'The Exterminator,' announces his next spectacle: a live exorcism-right here, in my cabin. He' s coming to 'confront the evil spirit of Elara Vance.' On his livestream, a river of hate scrolls by: 'Get that demon!' 'She was a monster!' My adoptive parents, who orchestrated my demise, watch with cold disgust. My 'perfect' sister, Seraphina, likely fakes a single tear for her followers, while my adoptive brother, Ethan-my one-time protector-is probably consumed by guilt, having believed their meticulously crafted lies and abandoned me in my darkest hour. The injustice burns, a powerless knot of nothing within me. They painted me as a delinquent, a charity case gone wrong, suppressing the horrifying truth of what they did. But buried beneath the floorboards of this rotten cabin lies my only hope: a journal and an SD card. They hold the undeniable truth. Tomorrow, the very man intent on solidifying my monstrous legacy might be the unwilling key to my salvation. I just need to find the strength to make him see.

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My name is Elara Vance, and I've been dead for five years.

I'm a ghost, trapped in the dilapidated lakeside cabin where I was murdered.

For half a decade, I' ve been forced to witness the world remember me as 'the psycho foster kid' who died of an overdose, 'the monster,' 'the ungrateful charity case.'

This is the false narrative my adoptive family, the Vances, spun to cover their tracks.

Tonight, a famous YouTuber, Chad Logan, aka 'The Exterminator,' announces his next spectacle: a live exorcism-right here, in my cabin.

He' s coming to 'confront the evil spirit of Elara Vance.'

On his livestream, a river of hate scrolls by: 'Get that demon!' 'She was a monster!'

My adoptive parents, who orchestrated my demise, watch with cold disgust.

My 'perfect' sister, Seraphina, likely fakes a single tear for her followers, while my adoptive brother, Ethan-my one-time protector-is probably consumed by guilt, having believed their meticulously crafted lies and abandoned me in my darkest hour.

The injustice burns, a powerless knot of nothing within me.

They painted me as a delinquent, a charity case gone wrong, suppressing the horrifying truth of what they did.

But buried beneath the floorboards of this rotten cabin lies my only hope: a journal and an SD card.

They hold the undeniable truth.

Tomorrow, the very man intent on solidifying my monstrous legacy might be the unwilling key to my salvation.

I just need to find the strength to make him see.

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