Philip’s
gone completely wacko. He’s started putting sheets over the windows so no one
can see in. He hasn’t gone out for several days and when I’ve been close to the
house I can smell this stench coming off it, like the guy’s been shitting in
his living room.
Here’s the really weird part Harry. I called the guy’s cell to see if it still
works and the guy actually picks up. Starts chatting with me like I’m a friend
or something. I guess he thought I was trying to sell him something because he
was very polite and said that he had some business he had to take care of and
hung up. He didn’t act like the paranoid wreck that I thought he’d be.
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