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Sorry for what? I would never know. I dropped the journal, as the rest of it was blank.
Moving further into the house, wary of unwarranted darkness, I quietly descended the steps into the basement. All the high and narrow windows within sat plugged by pillows and blankets, except for one.
Half of a rotting corpse lay decaying in one corner. Covering my mouth and nose with my shirt, I moved further in.
I opened the door carefully, even though I knew the entity was already gone. A single rotting hand lay within, holding a dead cellphone. Grey cinder blocks formed the walls - a small beam of light filtered through a crack in the foundation. That was how the thing had escaped.
"Ah, you never really had a chance…"
I took a towel from the dryer and threw it over the remaining hand, the best burial these people would ever get.
Or so I assumed, since neighborhood children were playing with the rift instead of being annihilated.
Or, perhaps, the rift on this side had gone somewhere else at the time. It was impossible to say, at least until tomorrow.
I didn't normally entertain such grim thoughts, but I couldn't help but wonder, as I stepped back into my own universe, what it must have been like for the people on this world to look up and see their Sun turning black… only to find themselves disintegrating a moment later. Friends, family, neighbors, all screaming in terror and confusion…
Curious. I thought I'd dropped this journal back at the house… shrugging, I tucked it under one arm and began walking home, my thoughts bitter and brooding. Hopefully, tomorrow, the portal will go somewhere new… and I'll have something to occupy my time.