The man watched as he saw the entity walk into the house. He watched as it took the knife and stroked it across its hand, relishing in the blood that resulted. He watched as it came into the bedroom, walked to the sleeper, and methodically stroked the knife across her body. He knew that the woman was trying to fight, but couldn’t. He was not surprised as the mutilated corpse began to heal itself, nor when it got up and moved. He knew that the body belonged to the entity, because it had done the exact same thing to him.
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