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The Dead Seaport written @ 12:57 PM on July 15, 2003 The crow that "belongs" to the woman in the house came back last night. It's a demon. I am sure of it. All night I heard whispering from downstairs. And some humming. Guys, I don't like this. I don't like this at all. My cats are acting so odd. Their eyes are constantly tracing the movement of the people in the house; they are totally bugging out. The crow is watching us, I think. It knows I know. I'm not afraid, but all night I felt the eyes of many beings as they hovered outside my bedroom door, watching me intently as I tried to sleep. They're trying to figure out why they can't get through to me, but I think Dolan is serving as a warning enough. He took his sword out last night. You know what? That's not a good sign. I think I need help. I need advice from an exorcist or something, because my house is a fucking afterlife seaport. This is completely out of my league of control. If Jess has the train station and Ashley has the airport, my house is the fucking seaport!
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