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I got a weird email today. Some kind of group of people interested in the Narrator's house? I don't know. I just ignored the message.
Monday:
Welp, there's a new monster in the house.
Jared, the Clock Face and I can only see hands.
Just hands.
It's under my bed.
I've been sleeping on the coach because of it.
Wednesday:
I figured I might as well name the monster under my bed.
I started calling him "Hans"
He does seem to mind it's new name.
I guess that's just how it is.
Friday:
Still sleeping on the coach.
Hans won't give me back my bed.
Never. Ever. Sleep on the coach
My back hurts a whole lot now.
YOU ARE READING
House
RastgeleHelp. I don't know where I am. Those were the words of our Narrator, who contacted me with an email, asking for me to document his experience in this story. I don't know why he has done this or even why he asked me, but I'm willing to oblige.
