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I've got everything moved in, but I have no phone service, so no internet. I'm typing this in a internet cafe downtown.

I've been in Arkham for two weeks now and am starting to get a feel for this place. In many ways, it seems to be different world. I've already commented on everybody's superstitions. I think the presense of the univeristy is partially responsible, as it draws people here who believe in these things, and then reinforces those beliefs. The city also has more "haunted" places than anywhere else I've seen.

They seem to have formed their own microcosm. Several special interest magazines cater almost exclusively to the Arkham crowd, and are quite successful.

Arkham is far from alone here, though. Before I moved here, I'd never heard of Dunwich or Innsmouth. Now I'm living next door to people from those towns, and if anything, they seem even more superstitious than the average Arkhamer.

Sometimes I wonder what I've walked into.

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This last week of work has been quite draining. I've had to make trips all over the county, none of them interesting. In my heart burns a hatred for Banzai Buddy and Gator, though.

I'm just sending this message to let you know I'm still alive, before I pack up my computer and move into my new home.

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Amazingly enough, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the condo I looked at yesterday. It was built only a few years ago, and there no reports of mysterious crimes anywhere in the area. I also checked to see if there were any ley lines passing through or any folk tales surrounding the area. Nothing.

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I spent most of the day house hunting. I've managed to find a nice condo that I can afford, and it's not too far from work either. It's so convenient that I think I'm going to visit the library to see what kind of dark past it has, because Heaven forbid that there's some place in Arkham that wasn't the site of a grisly murder or mysterious disappearance or some other bizarre event.