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When a window closes, so does a door. So do all the other doors and windows. The house is alive,

and it doesn't know you, and it is scared. Welcome to Nightfail.

Today's top story. There's a strange person standing in the lobby of our radio station.

This person is standing still in front of the reception counter. A receptionist, Lance,

keeps asking the stranger if they need anything or if they are here to see anyone.

The stranger has not moved. Lance said that he never saw the stranger enter. He looked up,

and the stranger was just there, about eight feet away from Lance's desk. The stranger has eyes

that are darker than some people's eyes, but lighter than other people's eyes. The same could be

said about the stranger's hair, teeth, clothing, lips, and skin. The stranger stands with their

arms at their side. Weight distributed evenly across the hips, a rigid but casual stance.

The stranger can be seen breathing. It is hard to say what exactly the stranger is looking at.

It is even harder to say what the stranger wants. Lance told me he would update me on the stranger,

and I will do the same for you, listeners. Now it's time for another children's fun-backed

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