The voice echoed in the large empty studio home that Peter calls home. "PETER!....Peter....Peter....Peter...Peter..."The voice echoed again. There was no response. The tall, slender, man stepped through the open door, he was merely a shadow, indistinguishable. The man dared not call the name again, the echo was much too horrifying. The room was empty except for a small desk with two drawers on the left side and a common house lamp on top of it located in the corner of the room. There was a small black rolling chair with no armrests pushed a short distance from the desk. The man approaches and sees a journal, laying open on top. "He must of been here not too long ago" the man whispered to himself.. He could see shadows of a couple of furnishings along the walls, but could not distinguish them. The light was dull, only enough to shine onto the journal. There was writing scribbled on the pages, like they were wither written extremely fast, or extremely intoxicated. As the man takes another step closer, he kicks something under the desk, he grabs the lamp with great agility and shines it under. There laid Peter. eyes closed but still breathing. "Peter!" The man said in a very low tone, so as to not wake the echoes. "GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!!!" He yells. "GET OUT NOW!!" The slender man, confused, dizzy from the shock, stumbles on the chair, his long legs would not allow him to find his balance, still trying to catch himself, he runs out the door without ever looking back.
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