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December 5, 2001
Argyle collides with my leg mid-sentence, and has to peer around it to see what caused me to stop so suddenly.

Standing in the centre of the kitchen is a creature about the size of a small deer, but with a flatter, almost human face, and long tufted ears. It looks stunned and unsteady, and even as we watch, it twists its head around then slams it sideways into one of the cupboards. It pauses, then repeats the action. Dark red blood dribbles from its nostrils and mouth, and trickles out of its ears, and seeps slowly from its eyes.