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Tuesday, October 18

1969

Its now been over a month since I returned from my strange and terrifying journey to another time.  I’ve waited here every night at the Old House, hoping that Barnabas would somehow give me a sign.  But there’s been nothing.  When I first returned, I frequently heard voices from the past, faint voices that frightened me. For I didn’t know if they inhabited the same rooms as I or merely the dark and tormented corridors of my mind.  For I have not heard the voices in days.  I am beginning to fear that Barnabas Collins is trapped in the past and lost to me forever. 

I must not, I will not give up hope, though there seems so little left now.

JHMD

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