“Blood is everywhere. Victor’s screams are…” I hear her trail off as I walk into the garage to check my laundry. I’m not sure if this is accurate information or if they were fictionalizing a little bit. “Turn it off.” They are saying now.

11.22.23

They did something to my son last night. Someone’s eye was swelling. They just set L*ndry up. A younger dark haired male is carrying emotion and has been trying to tell me something for the last couple hours about what happened to my son or someone like him.

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