Journal Entry 87 - December 4th, 1888 – 6:27 a.m. [Continued]
And as if to taunt us, the cat returned to yowl with his fangs—and staring with his luminous, yellow eyes. While bewildered by this dark omen, I was not aware that Sheriff Bierce’s whereabouts had escaped me. Only when I turned to speak to him, I knew, unmistakably so, that I was all alone in the manor. I could not bring myself to consider the black cat company, who prowled away and then returned, as if he wanted me to follow. Hesitantly, I pursued ‘Tobias’ up to the second story, and then into the attic or third floor. The white walls and ceiling sloped on both sides, while hanging at the end was a much larger coat of arms, before which sat a table with a lone candle—lit in ominous reverence. The motifs merely looked upon me with indifference, and if the black cat were still present, he was hidden somewhere amongst the old furniture.
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