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The scratching sound started three nights ago. Always at 3 AM, always from inside the walls. I've pressed my ear against the cold plaster, listening, waiting. Tonight, for the first time, I heard it whisper my name.

I found Mom's old diary yesterday, tucked away in a box I hadn't opened since '95. Her handwriting was shaky in the last entries, but there was this note about Tommy from '82, just months before the accident. She wrote about his laugh, how it filled the whole house. I had to close the book.

I'm hiding in the shadows, watching you walk by. Can you hear my giggles? I'm getting closer now. Why are you running away? Don't you want to play with me? I'll follow you home tonight.

They told us not to talk about the night shifts. Not even whispers. The cameras watched everything, recorded everything. But sometimes... sometimes I'd hear things in the lower levels. Things that shouldn't... well, you know how it goes.

Today, we're going to step into the crowded streets of Victorian London, where cholera ravaged the population. Through the eyes of those who lived it, breathed it, feared it, we'll witness how this deadly disease transformed a city forever.

Sub-report 247B: Humans display unprecedented behavioral patterns when exposed to what they term "cats." These small predators have somehow achieved dominant social status while contributing minimal productive output. Most peculiar. Requesting extended observation period for further analysis. - Research Monitor Xylph

I never meant to find that box in my grandmother's attic. It was just sitting there, covered in dust, with my name scratched into the lid. Inside were dozens of photos of me sleeping - all taken through my bedroom window. That's when I realized why she always insisted I keep my curtains open.