The Stranger was in my room.
I woke up and he was just standing at the foot of my bed. He vanished before I’d woken up enough to do anything about it.
The Birds were outside my window this morning.
It manifested as a mass of finches. They’re trying to mess with me. Get in my head. It’s not going to work.
There was a grey mold growing over the outside of the building. The Whispers.
They’re gathering. They know what I’ve done. What I’m doing. They’re going to try to stop me.
Let them try.
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