OK. I don't know what is happening. Last thing I remember, I'm sitting at the computer. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on my widow sill covered in what seems to be black blood. I looked at those poem type things that "§.C." posted. My window is broken, by the way. Like someone, or something, burst into my room from the window. From what I can tell, considering the wreckage and the fact that I don't see that freak anywhere, I think he's dead. I think I killed him. I don't know how, and I don't know why "The results may be grim", but I know I killed him. I suppose I should heed that warning, though. They are my sect, I suppose. Don't see why they would lie. Well, I'm gonna try to clean this stuff off of my walls. Glad my mom was on a business trip...
-S.C.
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