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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 215534" data-attributes="member: 2511">Julia sets up rooms upstairs for Kristof, Ray, and Randy.  Alex says brief good-byes before he leaves, mentioning the fact that he will be coming back with a trustworthy friend who can hopefully provide some help.Kristof (and anyone else who volunteers) spends an exhaustive hour cleaning up.  The broken glass in the study, the blood in the hallway and living room... It takes some time to put things in order, but once it's done you can almost pretend that it didn't happen.  That there were not two people murdered here today.  That the murderers - aren't still out there.Alex, the drive home is difficult.  The rain brings out poor drivers.  But you manage to make your way home and collapse into your bed.  Your last though as you drift off is of squares and rectangles...The night is uneventful.  Sleep comes quickly - the minds way of shutting off when it has absorbed too much or things too horrible to think about further.  Each of you sleeps well despite what you have gone through.  For some however, it is not totally a peaceful night...Randy, your sleep is punctuated by a myriad of dreams and images.  Most involve the red landscape you glimpsed in the drawer, and creatures that have been twisted by some malignant hand.  Creatures, that like the bees - have a maddening thirst for your flesh.  One in particular is fresh in your memory when you awaken.  No bees or roaches in this one.  In it, you are once more at the cemetery.  You feel the weight of a shovel in your hand, the coldness of the rain as it drenches your clothes.  Below you yawns the grave - Alan's grave.  You leap down onto the casket, and scrape away the surface mud with filthy hands.  Lightning crashes above you as you reach for the lid.  You have to see, to know.  You rip out a fingernail as you grip the side and yank, but you don't even feel it.  Now you will see the truth.  The lid creaks open, revealing its contents.  Alan is there.  Lying peacefully, a slight smile on his face, the flesh in his face not showing the pallor of death at all.  And next to him...Susan.  Snuggled close to Alan like a lover, her arm draped over his chest, eyes closed.  The same slight smile on her lips.  Like the last time you saw her, most of her flesh is gone - stripped violently away and blackened symbols burnt into the muscle tissue.  You feel a scream building in your throat... And then her eyes open!  But nothing is there but blackened holes, and far-away stars whirling chaotically...*****November 5th, 1999Morning finds the fresh smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen - Julia again, of course.  When you come shambling into the kitchen, hoping for some morning coffee, Julia greets each you with a smile and a single finger put to her lips.  She points over to the kitchen table where Kristof sits, head down, snoring slightly.  The table in front of him is covered with dozens of books and pieces of paper.  Seems someone was up rather late...As the coffee and food is doled out (and you try and decide whether you should wake Kristof) the doorbell rings.  Julia absentmindedly asks, "Would one of you get that, please?"</blockquote>

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