he faced should have ended when he left Black Hollow Road, but somethin

fter leaving, but the nightma

found himself b

thing as if the house were alive. The whispers returned, fain

in sweat at exactly 3:12 AM, the

ng fear from everything he had endured. But then the th

it was sma

e mirror didn't quit

e open in the morning, e

eps in the hall whe

it got

otes for his book, he heard

, delibera

the same pattern the spir

the door, no

g on his welcome mat, w

of Melissa

d up the journal. He had left it in

as it

s it was his own. His dreams had been recorded inside, written

repeated ov

never

splash cold water on his face. As he looked in the mirr

remember g

ror, something m

ow. Wa

d around, there w

e packed a bag and drove to a distant motel, hoping that putting

e lay in bed, he

r

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r

asn't leaking. He che

rned toward

el's parking lot shoul

ho

the dark, as if

it

or him to

. His mind refused to a

e wasn't

attache

ever needed walls to keep him trapped. It

he went, the hou

no leaving

was the new

ouse neve