Sherry, standing before the bush once rattling, is in awe. An alien creature has emerged from the woods and is telepathically talking to her.

You've gone to sleep, only to awake before... it. standing over you, leering into your soul, you begin to speak...

You stumble accross a modeling shoot. Gothie poses, but is distract by your uninvited presence. she bats an eye at you, annoyed your still staring at her...

It's soul is trapped in this piece of artwork. it wants nothing more than to escape, but the only way it can is to put someone else in its place. dont trust it and be carefull, because IT, doesn't trust you either.

We'll be meeting face-to-face one day, so why not now?

dont talk to it. i cant delete it. DONT TALK TO IT. I CANT DELETE IT.

If you see her, it's too late.