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P: This house feels alive, it smells of death, it looks like decay. the growth
J: on the walls, i swear i saw it move. in its clutches, this place is being taken
J&P: back by the earth it came from.
P: There is something else here.
J: Memories dance before me but they feel artificial, welcoming a guest.
P: A shadow faces my back faster than my eyes can turn. The farther I walk into this circle i feel my chest
J&P: constrict
J&P: and my blood run cold.
J: Four walls can't always make a home. I search for a door. I search for an exit. I search for the meaning behind my solitude. My escape is hopeless. I woke alone but know there's another near me, biding its time, waiting to strike. I know there's another right behind . . .
P: I shiver. It is near. I have felt, this before. If death wants, to take me, I can not, fight it back.
J&P: The ambience grows louder and piercing. It is coming from nowhere

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