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Day 24, 1998.
The food rations are running low, I cannot stay in here any longer. I get such paranoia from the walls, it always seems like they'll collapse upon me any second now. The spider webs dangle from the ceiling, and call out to the floor. There's a knocking on the door, yet every minute that passes by it gets louder and louder.
It's finally gotten to the point where it's unbelievably loud. It's a constant bash on the door, at a slow and steady pace. I'm dropping the pencil, and I'm determined to see what's behind the door.
I'm back, I gripped the doorknob and it rattled. When I opened the door A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SKELETONS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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