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"I know it's late," Felix snapped. He glanced at the clock. 12:22 AM. Quite an hour to call, he admitted privately, but disregarded it. That thing outside was more important. He sighed, then continued speaking, softer this time. "Look, Viktor, there's something creepy going on outside my house, and I'm not sure what it is. If it's not too much trouble...could you come over or something? Bring a weapon; I think it's that kind of something creepy." He paused a second, then licked his lips nervously before voicing his darker suspicion. "I...I think this is related to-"

SKRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEBVVVM

"Son of a bitch!" Felix jerked the phone away from his ear, nursing it as he heard the screeching continue before it stopped abruptly. He put the phone back up to his ear. "Viktor? You there?" He checked the phone: the call was lost. In fact, the phone appeared to have died. "God dammit," he muttered as he closed the old phone and tossed it onto his desk. He hoped Viktor could arrive soon. He wasn't sure how long he could remain here, depending on what that thing was.

For 5 minutes he waited, huddled in his room next to his recording deck, his guitars, and his computer. Several times he had thought to call again, but his phone was unresponsive, and the landline didn't work either. He snapped to attention as he heard a knocking at his door. He looked around for a weapon, before settling for a heavy flashlight. He slowly made his way through the house, afraid despite how well-lit the house was, and reached the door. He didn't have a peephole, or windows nearby to tell who it was. He cupped his hands against the door, and yelled through it, "Who's there?"