10/18/17
Abandon hope
Homicide detectives next door is really not the kind of deja vu you ever want in your life. I was forced to somewhat un-salt the house so that whoever came over to ask me if I’d heard anything wouldn’t wonder about my sanity. August took the opportunity to come down from the attic and attempt amends. While he blubbered I read his card, Strength reversed.
“Oh, hey, someone is losing control. Losing control is dangerous, it might cause you to lose hope, and you need hope, August.”
He snarled at me. I looked up at him, his eyes had gone dark and his face contorted.
I’m writing this from the hospital. I have no idea how I got here.
According to the police I was attacked by my neighbor’s murderer.
If the handwriting here is shaky, it’s because I can’t stop laughing.
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