Childhood
nightmare. I am aware of these grey faceless beings who are
on the landing outside my bedroom door. If they knew where
I was they would come in and get me. Their customary
practice is to stab people in the lower belly with a
screwdriver, although I don’t know why. I recall seeing
puncture marks from these attacks. Their faces are like
grey plasticine. Where there would normally be eyes there
are just these indentations. Grey plasticine eggs.
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