It was only his old friend Julian, holding a heavy manila folder under his arm with a grim expression.
Julian had suffered a terrifying health scare months ago and instantly recognized the signs flashing in Arthur’s eyes.
Without a single word, Julian tossed the thick folder directly onto the cluttered wooden desk.
Inside were classified medical notes detailing how the vascular system sends distress signals weeks before failing.
Arthur flipped open the brittle pages, his hands shaking as he read about silent blood pressure spikes.
The notes explained how minor skin numbness and temple pressure act as early fuses for a massive stroke.
Julian pulled up a chair, warning him that conventional doctors often miss these subtle monthly warnings.
They spent hours analyzing the preventive protocol, mapping out dietary shifts and immediate lifestyle adjustments.
Just as Arthur felt a glimmer of hope returning to his chest, the desk lamp began to flicker violently.
A strange scratching sound echoed from behind the wall paneling, followed by a low, metallic chime.
Julian stopped talking instantly, his eyes darting toward the window with sudden alarm.
Someone was watching them from the dark backyard through the glass pane.
Arthur turned his head slowly toward the window, gasping at the horrific figure standing in the moonlight.
What the shadowy silhouette held in its hand made their breathing stop dead.
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