The woman took her seat and cleared her throat as she began, “At first, it was maybe a handful of children across town who reported waking up to see him watching through the window of their bedroom. It was the third or fourth one who coined the name Mr. Twisted but they all had more-or-less the same description of him. These kids were in different grades and most of them had never even met each other. Things started to get really bad after that. More and more children were reporting sightings and then one night, he started taking people away.”
The woman raised her own mug to her lips and I saw her hand tremble as she took a sip. She continued, “He spared me and I thought it was just because he wanted someone to be here to tell you what happened when you came looking for them. But now I know it’s because I went to school with Jeb Casteel and I was always nice to him. I was pretty much the only one who was. Holy shit… I’m glad I did that.”
Mikey asked, “What did he do with everybody else?”
The woman held up a finger. “Wait, I know the answer to this one. I’m supposed to say ‘He’ll show you.’”
Mikey placed his briefcase on the floor and popped the latches open as Mr. Twisted began to lurch toward us at what was an alarmingly fast speed. The case dropped open to reveal Pasadena Guy’s crystals fixed to the inside. Mikey quickly slid the “on switch” crystal into its slot at the the top and then kicked the briefcase toward the nightmarish figure currently hurling itself at us.
