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Go ahead… laugh. I’m scared to go to sleep. Honestly. No effects intended. After 100 more pages tonight, I needed a break. Walked next door. “What the fuck happened to you,” were Chris’ first words. “This book,” I replied (didn’t even realize that I still had it in my hand). I allowed him to look through it. He made several of the same comments we all made upon initial viewing. I explained to him the plot with the best effort I could muster; allowed him to read SOS (check marks the code). After 20 minutes, I forced myself back into my room. I turned on all the lights (the dark door leading to my bathroom seemed too familiar as I saw it in a new light). I needed a brownie (surely food, especially chocolate, would right me). I stood at the counter for five minutes. That’s when I heard the knocking from my bedroom wall ( …_ _ _ …). Chill. I didn’t move. The scream that came moments later allowed me to defy gravity. On my decent, I understood the cruel joke Chris had played on me (but I still hear the knocking). I tried to pick up the book. I think its time for bed.
For as cool as I think this book it… it certainly was not for me.