“Fear the silence where there should be sound. The next thing to make a noise will kill ya.”
“Jehovah’s witnesses?” I asked them.
“Not exactly,” the man with the long hair said. “We are a part of the local New God organization. Do you have a minute to talk?”
My brother has been dead for a year now. The toll his death has taken on me is immeasurable. I am not even the same person I was before he passed.
Have you heard of “The Puppeteer”?
I don’t think I’ll ever do this again.
My grandparents was gifted a scarecrow while in Italy….
I’ve stumbled on to a conspiracy and I’m scared for my life.
I believe you.