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| At day break,
I hear all these sounds coming from the hall-way. I open the door to my
room to find out what was going on outside, I find Luis H. Crosthwaite taking
out all the furniture from his room and putting it in the corridor. His
entire room was under water. I see someone who looked just like Jo Carson
dressed in a strange overcoat glide through walls like a phantom. I suspect
she might have had something to do with the flooding as she rapidly disappeared
without saying a word.
I go down to have my breakfast and find at the bottom of the stairs a strange picture all curled up. It's the same image I had seen earlier of Jo Carson transformed into John Carson. This confirms my suspicion. I wasn't dreaming at all. She must have been the one who was responsible for the flooding.
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