Farrow's Journal

REVENANT III

He’s gone.

Castile. Please fucking answer me.

You’re all I can talk to in this shitty fucking house. Castile.

Come back.

Did I hurt him? Did I let something into the house that drove him away? I still don’t know how any of this works, and he won’t give me straight fucking answers. GOD! He’s not even a ghost, he says ghosts are just watermarks, he’s something else.

I can’t do this. I can’t be alone in here with my doppelganger and the fucking gardener. I was fine. I was doing fine. I was figuring it out.

Castile!

Please be real. Please, please, please be real. I miss Quinn. I miss Simon. I want my dad.

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.