Part II

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"Sir you haven't seen the Jantor at all this morning have you? A kid threw up In the b section"

"I saw him last night, I told him just to clean up around that new painting before he went" I replied

"The new painting sir? Have you heard the rumors? People including him have gone missing and all the storys involve that painting"

I put my hand on her shoulder

"I'm sure it's all just a coincidence, don't worry about it, we will find him"

The day continued, I got many questions about the painting, where did it come from eta I answered as much as I could, once again it was getting late I also had just received another death threat this time saying

"How far into the nightmare will you fall?" Odd is that even a threat?

"Ahhh" I suddenly heard someone scream and what sounded like falling down, I made my why towards the noise...it was the old man again pulling himself up from the floor in front of the painting

"Are you alright?" I asked

"Hmm? Oh yes I just went in a little too far that's all yes" what on earth did he mean too far in...

"I can call a taxi too take you to the hospital" I offered

"No need no need just a slight miscalculation is all my young man"

"Sorry miscalculation, what were you doing?"

"It does not matter now no it doesn't matter now, ignore me and have a good night" and he wandered off although not towards the exit, I was curious and began to follow

That's odd, he's gone!

I decided too head home for the night

"Right another day done, guess I should just get some sleep" and I put myself to bed

Knock knock

Who on earth could be knocking at this hour?
I got up, double checked I had my gown on and went up to the door

It was a girl, late teens by the looks of her

"So sorry to disturb you! But I was told to give you this" she handed me a letter

"Well I'll be off now, do be careful"
I closed the door and proceed to open the letter

It read

"It's always watching...the nightmare won't end unless you do something"

"The nightmare?" I mutterd to myself

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