My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

The older man clearly wanted to get away from me after he shared the full extent of the story, but I had to get the answer to one last question before he went. I asked him what direction that blue liquid was going from his front door.

”I guess it was in the direction of your house.”

That was the last bit of information the man gave me before he slammed the door of his truck and took off into the night. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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Jack Follman

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