It is true that I've had the camera nearby for the past week, because I had noticed an increase in the frequency in which the hallway menaced Earl- particularly in the early morning and was trying desperately to get it on tape. Because this is what happens when your dog smokes too much pot. Paranoia.
First, Brave Earl goes between the bedroom and the bathroom.
Then, he attempts to make it across the long divide, into the sanctuary of the living room. He's pretty sure it can be done because Clark, Randi and myself are in the living room, unharmed, having already crossed the treacherous Bermuda Triangle made up of the wall heater and two sides of the wall. He is able to make it, despite the invisible hands of death reaching out and trying to grasp him.
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