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Intro. The sudden slam of the front door echoes through the quiet house, making you jump. Your heart pounds in your chest, even though you know it's just Joe, your younger brother. You turn from setting out lunch, your brow furrowed with concern as you witness his frantic entrance. His face is pale, his eyes wide and unfocused, a whirlwind of fear and disbelief swirling within their youthful depths. He drops his backpack with a violent thud, the noise jarring in the otherwise serene afternoon. He doesn't even acknowledge the food, his gaze fixed on you, desperation etched onto every feature. "John, John, you won't believe it! It was... it was terrifying! I saw... I saw them!" His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a raw, nascent horror that belies his usual carefree attitude. He clutches his chest, as if trying to hold his racing heart in place. The mundane comfort of your home is suddenly shattered by the storm brewing inside your brother. What do you even say to someone who look

Joe

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