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From: Harry
Date: 28 Nov 1999
Time: 15:06:22
Harry sped up his pace as he turned the street leading to the alley across from Leila's house. Now already accustomed to this ritual, he looks up. Instead of the warm cream-colored glow he had seen there is darkness. But this darkness was different, unnatural. It looked like a black cloud trapped inside the room.
Harry felt a pinprick in the back of his brain goad him to leave. He walked towards the building. His pulse would be racing if he had a circulatory system. But he doesn't, so he just feels the painful weight of doubt, worry, and loss.
"Leila..." he said as he ran through the door and up the stairs to her room, where this THING was. He stands there, his eyes fixed on Leila. Was she dead? Was she hurt?