The Beast was heard but never seen. Behind closed doors it made a scene. It's yowling intensity wailed through the night... no one stirred, lights stayed off as if nothing happened. The next day nothing changed, nothing ruined, but the wailing echoe...
They've asked me to keep a diary, write down what I hear, how I feel. They've given me a new friend! She's this tall lady with brown hair in a bun, and a really cool lab coat! She told me to write in this journal, but I like mine better. I'll just write fake stuff or say I forgot!
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