[h3]September 5th, 2015: 2:50 AM[/h3]
Panting, Max looked towards the door. His eyes flashed with vacancy when he looked at Allan and, quickly, he said, 'Yeah, fine. Just another bad dream.' He scratched his head and sighed, squinting. 'Every night,' he said. 'Every night I get them. Each time they're different but somehow the same.'

He leaned across to his bedside table and picked up the glass of water there. After having a drink he said, 'Do you get them?'


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[h3]September 5th, 2015: 4:22 AM[/h3]
Those sleeping were woken up; those still awake were scared. At the moment the clocks in the [color=6ecff6]house[/color] read [b][color=ed1c24]4:22 AM[/color][/b], the [color=6ecff6]house[/color] growled with anger. At first it started as a faint rumble, no louder than the sound of a truck passing on a distant road; it quickly progressed into something much more terrifying. The sound resonated through the very air in the house, oscillating violently in each room for the full minute that the event lasted. The [color=6ecff6]house[/color] itself didn't seem to move, but the sound itself was enough to make nausea ensue.

It was loud; louder than a train passing a station platform; louder than an airliner passing low overhead. When the sound passed the silence was piercing. Perhaps it was broken by a scream of terror in response to the horrifying event - perhaps the members of the [color=6ecff6]house[/color]hold called out, 'What the fuck was that!?'. All that remained otherwise the was the silent stillness in the wake of the beast that lay its first siege on the [color=6ecff6]house[/color].

After the sound passed all would return for normal, except for one room: the living-room. There, on the wall which was featureless before, stood now a door. The door was plain itself; blank white with a black door-handle and silver hinges. Behind it lay a long corridor that lead on endlessly into darkness.