Dr.

It's here.

I don't know where.

I don't know how, but it's here.

It's inside the house.

I've done fucking everything.

I've called Todd, I've called Howard.

I even called a god-dam exorcist. None of them believed me. None of them so much

is offered to help. Now it's Halloween and it's stronger than ever. I can feel it, moving

through the house, like a great darkness suffocating the light from everything.

It's already taken my business partners, John and Erica.

It's already taken so many others.

I'm upstairs in my bedroom closet.

I've been here for three hours now, and I'll be here for three more if that's what it takes.

I don't know if the thing hates the sun, but it never bothered me during the day, only at night, always at night.

There's a creek and a groan outside.

On the steps and I feel the house tremble as something monstrous moves through it.

My breath hitches in my chest and I remind myself to be still, to be quiet.

I just need to make it until sunrise, just a little longer then the voice follows low

raspy and inhuman so many and so little time.

It's singing a song, but the tune is broken.

Each word scrapes along my ears like a razor blade, cutting deep into my mind and pulling back memories. It's saying before it took John,

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