Rejoice/Crucifixion

Tonight at approximately 1:30 in the wee hours of the early morn, the shriek of a 23 year-old Korean was heard throughout all of the house. Seconds later, she came bailing down the staircase of the bedroom in the attic pale. Frightened at such a horrific sound, Pete arose from the chair in his room with a tennis racket and tumbling upstairs. The next noise was one of Travis yelling down to her, "If he's still alive, HE'S NOT FUCKING HAPPY, Brenda."

It was then that I had decided that despite my efforts to act as if nothing were happening outside the closed door of my room that my curiosity couldn't be shielded for a heartbeat more to find that Batsie, the cute bat friend with tender and delicate wings whom had found shelter in the peeling walls of the house attic from the cruel, cruel world had come out for her last dance and had been struck to death with the racket. Travis was just trying to move out. The coming days will be hard and sorrowful as the we, the brothers of the 211 Van Brunt Street house will mourn the loss of such a confidant.