Arrival of (the) Choir (part 3/3)

"It's none of my bussiness."

"I lost conciousness again."

"I'm going crazy."

"That little voice was beautiful."

"More break ins in the county."

"Veronica Keyes found mauled by a bear in the ruins of her burnt down house."

The man tore his eyes away from the dozens of underlined sentences in newspapers, old and new, pinned to the wall. He fell onto his armchair with a heavy sigh and took a sip of the disgusting beer that's been standing open by the armchair for a week now.

No matter how far he ran and what he did, his Biggest Mistake still caught up to him. He's lost his job, committed murder, theft, tresspassing, has lost all his friends. And yet still, the monster was knocking at the door of his living room.

He'd get up, get the gun and shoot Him or himself, but His otherwordly voice already reached his ears. He couldn't even turn his head.

A squeek of the doors being opened. Quiet thuds of his feet against the rotten, wooden floor. Close, closer, yet closer, his song echoed in his skull as angels reached for him to drag him down to Hell.

Clawed hands reached from behind the armchair, but he felt at peace. The clock pointed at three.

"Your eyes deceive, father."

In his screams, he felt at peace.

In his blindness, he felt at peace.

In his blood, he felt at peace.

In his pain, he felt at peace.

In his darkness, he felt at peace.

Wanted criminal found!

Gregory Keyes found mauled by a bear in an abandoned house at outskirts of the town. It is suspected he used the building as a hiding place.

Are bears in the area getting more agressive?