
There's a lost spirit.
He follows me.
Every day.
No one else can see him.
I can't help him. I don't want to help him. I don't do that any more.
Do you see him? By the tree?
I need him... I need him to...
Go away.
I make monsters. Follow me to see what comes out... Imagine a girl who carries a severed finger in her pocket, or a woman who makes monsters from pieces of people. What if you saw a tiny woman sitting perfectly still, perfectly dressed. She opens her lunch box and starts to eat something. It is red, with white corn like pieces on the top. As your eyes focus, you see she is eating a piece of someone's jaw. And, the corn pieces are teeth. Monsters... they are everywhere.
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