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The following excerpt is from the personal journal of Walter Harris Junior collected after his disappearance which took place on June 7th, 1946. This documentation is only for the personal witness, study and possession of Walter's parents, Los Angele's local law enforcement and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. 6-6-46 To my wonderful mother~ The walls in my room were always cold and quite, but they were still my walls and they always did what they were created to do. At least they used to. They used to protect me and promise me that nothing could ever breach their sturdy confines as long as I shut and locked my window every night. That use to be the mutual understanding that I used to have with the walls. Not with just mine you see, but with every set of walls in any room I have ever visited. But that was before. Before the It came.... My life before the It came was more... simple. Life was easy. Life was fair. Life was... safe. Every night you and Father would kiss me goodnight and tuck me in. Your job to protect me and keep me safe from harm was over and now it was the very walls in the house to fill the duty of protector until the next day. The walls couldn't talk or move or do anything other then just stand there, forever destined to remain solid and unbreakable and in reality that was far more comforting then anything else you could ever accomplish. But then the It came. The walls still stand, but they aren't the same. They shiver now. They cry and they fear the It just like me. They fear it because they know just as I do that nothing can ever truly stop the It... It all started four days ago, which happened to be a Sunday. This Sunday was calm and warm just as the one before that and the one before that. After church, You cooked a nice roast dinner after shopping with father. You had purchased a brand new Summer dress and some new ribbons for your hair and father had picked up a brand new microwave after seeing the broadcast in the television. He couldn't believe that such a thing existed. A machine that can warm up your supper? What was not to like? Shopping for these types of things kept your minds off of the problems in Europe as well as in our home country. It was the way you coped with what was blooming outside our front door. I guess you felt like your walls were being threatened as well. After dinner, you and father kissed me goodnight like every other night. You shut off my light and left me for my dreams. I remember feeling like my room was smaller and more clustered this night. Like something had literally morphed my walls into that of a playhouse. I remember feeling sick, which caused me to stay awake and stare at the empty ceiling above me. That was until I heard the It for the first time. 'Knock, Knock, Knock' the wall on the far end of my wall let out. I couldn't believe what I had heard. It couldn't have been no earlier than 2:00 A.M, and there my wall was, revealing a sign of life. No. Not my wall. The thing outside my wall. The It. I jumped out of bed and listened closely. No movement or noise, just the gentle chirping from the native suburban crickets and the sound of the Jefferson's dog Rufus barking loudly down the street. It was calm and peaceful as if nothing had changed. Just another Sunday night. I had concluded at first that I had imagined the knock. After all, my room was on the second floor and there were no trees surrounding the outside of my bedroom wall, so what or who could possibly knock on my wall and more importantly why? I brushed it off and laughed at the thought of a flying alien visiting me just to knock on my wall three times. So it was then that I was caught off guard and decided to knock back on the far end of my wall to mock my idiocy. 'Knock, Knock, Knock' My fists gently clanked against the wall as I laughed at myself and patiently walked back to my bed. Half way there I was struct by the return of another three knocks, this time closer to myself and more louder and direct than before. I couldn't move. I couldn't believe what had just happened. It had been minutes bef