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Day 1,171

After all these years of searching, all it took to find him was a seance. It just never made sense that he'd move to New Mexico after an argument with his brothers but through the medium's radio static we heard him loud and clear.

Of course it took a while for us to make sense of it. Just saying "walls", "drowning" and "still inside" had us puzzled for a good few hours before we thought to check the new extension that the brother's built when they claimed the house.

They may have waited a decent amount of time beforehand but their DNA was still embedded in the walls where he'd clawed at them as they poured the concrete over him. It was enough for a conviction but not enough to put him to rest.

He wanted them dead, wanted to get his payback in the afterlife and wouldn't let us rest until they were put to rest. It was cruel of him to make us suffer when we'd already managed to send his murderers to prison but the dead don't pity the living - they despise us.

Ever since that first seance I've been keeping a spare radio with me at all times, hooked up and recording wherever I go. The dead never stop talking once they know you'll be listening at some point. I'm beginning to recognise some of them and they really don't like that.

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