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Jun 2015
I haven't slept lately. Every time I close my eyes I see strange creatures. Luminescent and sharp toothed, crawling over one another to get closer. And the sound, like organic radio static.
I'm worried if I fall asleep, keep my eyes closed for too long, they'll get too close. They'll get out.

I got a strange call today. A man called and said he could help. He knew about the creatures. He called them Faces and told me to meet him at a gas station.

When I arrived a man in a grey suit walked up to my truck and gave me a bottle, filled with clear liquid, and told me to drink it right before bed. I tried to ask him...but what was it I wanted to ask?

It's night, I swallow the foul tasting liquid and then...
Ripping
Red
A Lake
Trees and Meat
Teeth
Teeth
**Teeth
Jaime Nautte
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