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There are angels in the walls,

in all the shattered spaces.

There are rabbits in the trees;

fresh blood adorns their faces.

There's

a

monster

in your house.

Beneath floorboards, it paces.

And it sleeps under your bed.

Wher'er you go, it chases.

(in all these shattered spaces)

Don't look behind you.

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Although the capitalization and general nature of this entry may suggest otherwise, it was written by Naomi. Note that this is also the first entry in a long while where the comments are uncorrupted. Most of them are simply asking or speculating about what happened to Naomi and Montag in the previous two entries.

However, one comment is, to say the least, anomalous. Here is a transcription:

"In room 0009 at the hotel with no name, there is a painting on the wall. At least, the guest of room 0009 believes it to be a painting. It depicts a circular spiral of white fangs descending like a staircase down the fleshy red esophagus of what must be a large worm. At least, the guest of room 0009 believes it to be the throat of a worm. The guest cannot imagine what other creature a mouth like that could belong to. The guest also cannot imagine why this piece of art was made and hung in a hotel room which, for all other intents and purposes, is perfectly normal and nondescript.

The guest spends many hours a day staring at this artwork, trying to make sense of it, trying to follow the spiral, trying to see where it leads. At night, when the lights are off, the guest can hear something slithering inside the walls, something large and heavy. The guest frequently has nightmares that the slithering creature emerges from the walls and wraps them up and squeezes them to death, slowly popping their bones and stealing their breath, like a boa constrictor. The creature would not do this as a source of food, or defense; it would do it simply for the purpose of creating death.

Sometimes, after the guest has this nightmare, they almost have the sense that the painting has changed. That the throat has gotten longer, or that there are more fangs, or that the perspective has shifted somehow. Of course, they know that is not possible. Paintings cannot change.

Unfortunately for the guest of room 0009, the painting on their wall is not a painting. It is also not a photograph.

It is a window."

The following three entires, twenty-eight through thirty, were badly corrupted upon posting and did not appear publicly on Naomi's blog. As far as many readers were concerned, this was the second-to-last post Naomi ever made on her blog. However, we were able to gain access to these files and uncorrupt them. We have since archived them publicly on her account, albeit with comments turned off.