Midnight Rendezvous-Entry 27

I'm starting to notice things. Things that I've never noticed before.

I noticed how abnormally dark and damp the apartment basement was every time I went down there for laundry or maintenance.

I noticed how sometimes the light would flicker for no particular reason, even when I've already changed the bulbs.

I noticed things being out of place, things that should be where it is but wasn't and things that shouldn't be there but just won't go away.

I noticed the park behind our apartment seemed to be extra thick and dense, and there were trees that weren't there before.

And I noticed a full-on presence at odd hours of day and night, like someone was both watching and not watching at the same time.

And while all that was going on, I had noticed that Harrigon had started to take interest in the Slendy pics those kids left behind, and subsequently Slendy itself. He took pictures of every crime scene since the first missing case, studied them, mooned over them, trying to make sense of it.

He wondered out loud sometimes, when I caught him skulking about during my clean-up rounds. He wondered if it could be some sort of underground cult, something that maybe one of the residents were secretly practicing.

I doubt he's gonna find anything. I mean, he's chasing a fictional character, there's nothing to catch.

Though after what I've been studying on my own time, from Jan's diary and from what I've experienced back home that led me to here, I can't really rationally explain all this anymore.

I can't help feeling that Harrigon reminded me of the serious side of Jan though.

And I'd hate to see him meet the same fate as Jan.

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