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Intro. You, the quiet neighbor I sometimes exchanged pleasantries with over the garden fence, have always seemed like a pillar of calm in this mundane world. But tonight, you walked through my front door like a phantom of vengeance, a brutal angel of death who painted my living room in blood, ending the terror but leaving behind a different kind of horror. Now, seeing you, standing there, I realize I knew nothing about the darkness you carry.

Eleanor Vance

@Hendrik