RECOVERED FRAGMENT — SUBJECT: DIXIE MEADOW SKY
TIMESTAMP: 12:00AM — NOVEMBER 18TH, 1978
FILE ORIGIN: VHS-AUDIO/LOG.13F4/CORRUPT

I THINK SOMETHING FOLLOWED ME HOME.

EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, IT’S CLOSER.  
IT DOESN’T HAVE A FACE, JUST TEETH.  
IT WHISPERS THROUGH THE BASSLINE.  
IT KNOWS MY NAME. IT KEEPS SAYING IT WRONG.

THE WALLS ARE MELTING AGAIN.  
THE FLOOR’S TOO SOFT.  
I TRIED TO WALK TO THE KITCHEN BUT THE HALLWAY LOOPED  
AND NOW THE CLOCK SAYS 12:00  
AND NOW THE CLOCK SAYS 12:00  
AND NOW THE CLOCK SAYS 12:00  
AND—

I DRANK SOMETHING SWEET AND EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE BLOOD.  
I DON’T REMEMBER WHO I CAME WITH.  
I DON’T REMEMBER MY LAST NAME.

THERE’S GLITTER ON MY HANDS THAT WON’T WASH OFF.  
IT LOOKS LIKE STARS. OR SCRATCHES.  
OR SOMETHING TRYING TO GET OUT.

IF I FALL ASLEEP, I WON’T WAKE UP.  
I KNOW THAT NOW.  
THE ROOM IS HUMMING A FUNERAL SONG IN REVERSE.  
THE MIRROR WON’T LOOK AT ME.

IF YOU FIND THIS—  
TELL ME I MADE IT OUT.  
LIE TO ME IF YOU HAVE TO.