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March 22, pt 1

It’s 2 am and I was just awakened by the most terrible sound! It sounded like a blast from some great horn mixed with a terrible laughter and it all sounded like it came out through the nose! I know that sounds silly but that’s the only way I can describe it.

A second ‘blast’ just happened as I write this! It is very loud like it is fairly close and yet it is echoing across the valley. It has a hollow, evil, menacing tone to it. What ever is making that sound must be powerful given the volume. I certainly do not want to encounter what ever it is.

As I look out the window, the fog is just below the window sill. It is gently shifting. The moon is full and giving off a brilliant shine. It is both comforting and frightening at the same time.

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