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I am dreadfully sorry that I haven't talked with you in a while, I....I haven't been feeling myself lately. Anyways, let me fill you in. On the 11th My Guest awoke. I approached him, he was very... calming, yet in his eyes I saw Insanity and Rage. He is also a shifty fellow, his eyes always moving. I spoke him in the following manner: "You're finally awake, you've been out for quite a while."
"....Oh.. I have?"
"Yes, yes you have, the other day I went for a stroll in the park. I saw you, you looked to be in pain, so I walked up to you, at that moment you jolted up and crashed back down and into a coma of some sort."
"..."
"Yes, exactly. Would you like anything to drink, eat maybe?"
"..."
"Right then."
After that, I felt...rather...poisoned, in a sense. It was terrible. I got up and waddled my way to my room. Bennington watched me hopelessly from the couch. I pulled myself into bed and... the next thing I remember.... It was morning... the house was THRASHED! Bennington... I found.... dead.... literally torn to pieces.... scattered across the living room where my guest had been staying. I... couldn't control myself, My poor puppy...shredded. My guest, this... man... Insane man... Why... I wondered. Why...

After cleaning up the scene of dismemberment I called the authorities and told them about this man. They assured me they will find him and trial him. They failed. I... couldn't do anything, I sat there by the phone, I havn't even hung it up. I stared blankly at what I discovered. A marking... On the wall, of a broken mirror.

~Dr. Vincent Dindery Ph.D