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Shad0w's Blog Entry 003

I am used to finding things. But I am definitely not used to things finding me. Sleep wasn’t an option, I had an eerie feeling that sent me downstairs to my shop.

I was not prepared for this.

My safe place, my own last resort, my haven had been compromised. I felt sheer terror. I know every and last piece in my shop, and I was sure that red thing had not been there when I closed for the night.

The locks on my door seemed untouched. Still, there it was, staring at me. Mocking me. Laughing at me. How can an inanimate object laugh at you, you ask? Well, come here and find out.

It took all my strength to touch it. Against my fears, it didn’t electrocute me. Well, might be because it wasn’t attached to any energy source. Still, I didn’t trust that thing. HOW THE FUCK DID IT GET IN MY SHOP?

Ok Shad0w, breathe in, breathe out.

I will ask d0ck3r for help. Oh my FUCKING gods, or demons, or whatever, I HATE asking for help. But I have to get that abomination out of my shop…