Happy Friday everyone!
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Let's start Friday fully rested you all.
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Keep pushing forward.
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Time to turn in for the night.
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Don't look at the moon tonight.
So glad the work week is finally over. Let's make the most of this weekend.
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Day 29:
Happy Waddle Wednesday!
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The day is almost over, you got this.
Day 28
When the scratching stopped, the silence felt even heavier, pressing down on him like a weight. The morning light streamed weakly through the blinds as he cautiously opened his front door, finding only a single slip of paper on the floor, folded neatly in half.
The words inside were scrawled in jagged, trembling handwriting: "You're not supposed to be here."
At work, his inbox greeted him with another email, this one with no subject line. He hesitated, dread knotting in his stomach, but opened it anyway.
The email contained a single photo of his apartment door taken from the outside—time-stamped 3:17 a.m. when the scratching had been at its loudest.
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Sweet dreams everyone!
Day 27
By now, the office was a labyrinth of silence, its halls lit dimly as if the building itself was conserving energy. He found himself alone more often than not, though faint whispers echoed from empty rooms, growing louder the longer he ignored them.
His inbox remained the only constant—a relentless stream of cryptic messages that made less sense with each passing day. One subject line stopped him cold: "Day 365 will be your final report."
He hovered over the email, pulse racing, before clicking. The body of the message was blank, save for a timestamp: "11:59 p.m."
That night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, a faint scratching began at his apartment door. It didn’t stop until morning.
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