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Faithful Diary,
Is it right to be terrified? Am I overreacting? I wish I could sleep at work. I wish I never had to spend a moment alone in this house.
As I stood in the kitchen preparing my dinner, I heard an unusual sound.
The house was not dead silent when this occurred. Far from it. I had the television on in the next room and the radio blaring beside me. Still, I didn't think, not for even one second, that the sound I'd heard came from either of those sources. It was too close, too fresh.
I'd been facing the stove when I heard this sound. I could tell that it emanated from somewhere behind me and to my left. I ought to have turned. I told myself to turn. But I couldn't. I was terrified. It could have been anything. It could have been nothing.
Why was I so afraid
