Part 3

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Jumping up, I run to his door, putting my ear against the wood. I hear the smashing of objects, and his voice, speaking in a different language.

The door creaks open, just enough for me to see into the dark room. It is completely black. as my eyes begin to get used to the darkness, I start to see Damon's body in front of me, he is curled up in a ball rocking back and forth, back and forth. but then I start to see another figure, a person standing next to him, staring at me. the figure begins to walk towards me, then it starts running. My eyes screw shut, and I quickly turn on the lights, hoping to startle the figure.......

All I hear is silence, when I open my eyes the figure is gone. the are no smashed objects. Just Damon, still curled up in that little ball, chanting an odd song in a different language like he always does when he's scared. At least that's what we think...

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