Haven’t seen hide nor hair of Carmichael all day. Something tells me he’s up to no good though. Noises have been emanating from his living room. First off there was all the hammering. This was followed by the sound of what can only be described as that of a moth being held captive in a cloth sack of some sort. After that came the howls. These lasted for about two hours and then…nothing. He’s a strange one, that’s for sure.
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