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We had another visitor today. I arrived and found several important documents destroyed--torn to shreds and scattered throughout the apartment. Ulla was incomprehensible. I grabbed her to calm her but, as I did, I noticed a long splatter of blood streaked across the dresser. I let her go and dabbed my finger in it to verify that it was what I thought it might be. And smelling it I knew that it was unmistakeably blood--but it was not human blood! Its scent was smokier than human blood--and it even looked darker, almost lavender. Seeing me scrutinize the splatter, Ulla became more fearful.

I pushed her away as I began searching the apartment for any clues that might help me determine what had happened. I raced in and out of the rooms but saw nothing--no blood and no dead beast. Ulla was running out of rooms as fast as I ran in, watchful of my movements but avoiding them as best she could.

I pulled her toward me for a second to see if the blood had been hers, but she had no lesions and no stains on her--but I held on to her anyway. "What happened here?" I yelled to her--to no reply. "What happened in this apartment?"

She was bewildered and incomprehensible. I let her go.

I have now cleaned the apartment, searching it as I cleaned, but found that there was nothing. Although I feel as if that's not the issue. I feel--and perhaps Ulla would agree with me, if I could make her make some sense--that something is about to happen. Whatever it is, it has not happened. Something is forthcoming.