A/N
Those guys are angry now. They're threatening me to take down the story. I'd rather not. To those at "Neighbor" fuck you, I ain't deleting this.
Sunday:
Hans was doing the knife game.
You know, that one where you stab a knife between your fingers?
Oops, looks like he finally cut himself.
Tuesday:
I found Jared trying to smash a hammer in the Clock Head's face.
He failed miserably.
Clock Face is simply too tall.
Like, 6 foot 8?
I couldn't get the dude to stand still for a measurement.
He could be ballin' in his free time.
Thursday:
Couple of guys in black suits at the door.
I thought they were creeps.
SO, uh.
I chased them away with a long sword that was on the wall for like, a centaury.
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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.
