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There is a certain chill in the air. It blankets me with an all-encompassing sense of dread that I can’t shake There is an unnatural fear that something is watching; waiting to cease my existence. It sounds absurd, I must admit that I am questioning my sanity and find no fault in you doing the same. The best that I can do is explain and hope to lend credence to my fears.

It started on a steamy night in July when St. Pierre and I picked out the residence in which we were going to find our fortune. The home was old and in a very secluded area. There were tales of it being cursed or haunted and these legends had served to keep people from it. St. Pierre had confidence that the home would yield several items that we could easily fence and put an end to our squalor. so began our plan.

We chose the night of a new moon, the darkness would provide us give us good cover. We were prepared to defeat the lock on the rear entry but fortune favored us as with an open door. What St. Pierre saw as a sign of good luck I saw as an omen. It was at this point that I should have ran as far away as I could but I am nothing if not stoic. There air inside was heavy and dank and there lingered a feeling that we were not alone. The undisturbed cobwebs and dust showed that no one had inhabited the place for years yet I could not shake the feeling that something walked unseen amongst us.

The jewelry and books we found in the home would make us very wealthy and I had to wonder why no one had already been through this place. It was a question that I kept coming back to. How could this place sit empty for so long and not once be relived of its fortunes. With our work done we left by the same door through which we entered and went our separate ways, each with a stockpile of items. We’d see our fence in a few days.
That night when I got home to my room in the boarding house I had an unshakable feeling that someone was in my room. Had we been seen? Followed? Were the police waiting for me? I opened my door to find nothing out of the ordinary, everything in its place and as it should be. Sleep would not come for me that night and remained elusive many nights in the following weeks. Unbeknownst to me things began to change, it would be several weeks before I noticed.

It started slowly at first; a chill would bite at me, a shadow would pass by my door, and a disembodied voice would mutter something indecipherable as though it was whispered from lips across a great divide. Then there was that persistent feeling that someone was watching, always watching! What was happening? Was I slipping into some kind of madness? I couldn’t wait to rid myself of the items we had taken and finally the night arrived to meet our fence.
St. Pierre had been out of sight the entire week and Lansky, our fence, said he saw him out one very late night wandering about aimlessly. Lansky and I waited for what seemed like hours and there was no indication that my partner would be showing up. I told Lansky that I would investigate St. Pierre’s whereabouts and immediately set out for my friend’s apartment. His unit is on the first floor and as I approached his door that familiar chill came over me. It was nauseating and terribly frightening. My hand shook as I reached for the doorknob. The knob felt incredibly cold and I turned it slowly.
The horror that awaited me across the threshold is something that would forever be burned into my memory . A shout built up inside of me yet had no escape as I had clenched my hand over my mouth in horror. Instead, a barely audible whimper died in my throat. St. Pierre was sprawled out on his bed, his pale face twisted into a silent frozen scream,his arms stretched out in front of him as though he had tried to push back the approaching death that eventually overtook him. I backed slowly out of the room, my fingers feeling the wall beside me as my eyes locked onto the black burned out holes that used to house my partners eyes. I don’t remember when I began running but I did not stop until I was home.

I’m writing this note to let anyone who reads it know that there are places that are untouched for a reason and the house on Aleister Court is one of them. Don’t touch and never ever steal. I see under my door that the shadow is here, it has arrived on a sickeningly cold and foul air that slithers like a serpent under my door frame. I wait now to die, to pay for my transgressions. It is not a long wait.