They're f-following me. My phone's tapped, my hut's watched by odd creatures hidden in shadow. I hear bloodcurdling screams in the middle night, different voice every time. Crimson splatters on my windows as the screams rent the air, here one night, gone the next. I'm nearly too paranoid to type this entry today. There went my air filtration. C-ca-can't b-breathe.

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Why are you still here? There's nothing to see here. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. LEAVE.