Let's play a little game of I spy. I spy something dark, something in the corner of your eye that you're too afraid to look at. I spy something white, just nearing the corner of your room. I spy a closet, the door just barely hanging open. I spy a dark shape slithering toward you in the dark room you lay in. I spy someone reading these words, just don't look up. I found you.
Sitting before the television set I had in my RV, I watched over the footage captured a few months ago. There was a gas station, a normal Wednesday afternoon. There were your average customers walking around, looking for drinks and snacks before making their way to the register.
Out of nowhere, this guy in a grey, stone carving mask comes in. He grabs a bag of chips with his grey, gloved hand, and gets in line. The people around him don't stop staring. He looks around as someone off camera starts talking to him. The man in the mask lifts his hand and a guy starts to float up, his back covering the camera. The back is then shown being ripped in half, internal organs being strewn about.
It was truly a horrifying sight to behold, but nonetheless, I was interested.
I looked over to my dry erase board hanging up on the wall, looking over everything I'd written about these people in the masks. They seemed to each have some strange supernatural ability. They had the power to kill someone brutally without hesitation and without laying a finger on them. It was horrifying to witness.
I had all the stories gathered about all of their sightings and everything they'd been recorded doing. To the untrained eye, you'd believe these creatures to be monsters from another world, or kids playing some sick prank, hiring people to pretend being killed in gruesome ways. At least that's what skeptics believe until they look into all the death records. They'd find the incidents were all too real.
Now the question was, what was I doing with all this information, what was I planning? Basically, with a camera handy, I wanted to try and track down these creatures and see if I could ask them a few questions.
I grabbed my camera and walked out to the park. It was nightfall and the park was empty. The reason I knew the park would be a go-to place was because all recorded events took place in this very town, the town of Appleton.
I made my way down the sidewalk, camera in hand. I recorded an intro, "It's currently 12:45p.m. I am walking through the park where most sightings took place. I can only hope I find one of the Stone Faced."
Just then, as if right on cue, I heard the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. I turned my camera and began walking in that general direction. I made my way through the bushes and the trees until I came across a clearing with two people standing shoulder to shoulder. As I got closer the silhouettes looked familiar. The Stone Faced.
I approached them and they took a step toward me, traveling in unison. I held up my camera. "I come in peace," I said. "I just want to ask you some questions and I'll be out of your hair."
One of them nodded.
"Where do you come from?" I asked.
I heard them grunting but no words came out. "I'm sorry I can't understand you. Is there any other way you can communicate?" I asked.
One of them nodded. The other one raised their hand toward me. I could feel my head getting lighter as the world around me was getting brighter. I looked around and saw the same place I was in before, but the colors reversed, as if staring through a negative photo.
"We come from a planet far from here," one of them said, catching me off guard. "We abandoned our ship a few months ago. It crash landed shortly after we evacuated. We think some people somehow got into it and landed it here. That's why we came."
I looked down at my still recording camera. I hope I got all of that on film.
I thanked them for their time and asked if they could turn me back to the way I was.
"Unfortunately, the changes we make are permanent. We apologize. But you are not lost, you are one of us now."
I reached up to my face and cried out in horror, my head was cold as stone.
Sitting before the television set I had in my RV, I watched over the footage captured a few months ago. There was a gas station, a normal Wednesday afternoon. There were your average customers walking around, looking for drinks and snacks before making their way to the register.
Out of nowhere, this guy in a grey, stone carving mask comes in. He grabs a bag of chips with his grey, gloved hand, and gets in line. The people around him don't stop staring. He looks around as someone off camera starts talking to him. The man in the mask lifts his hand and a guy starts to float up, his back covering the camera. The back is then shown being ripped in half, internal organs being strewn about.
It was truly a horrifying sight to behold, but nonetheless, I was interested.
I looked over to my dry erase board hanging up on the wall, looking over everything I'd written about these people in the masks. They seemed to each have some strange supernatural ability. They had the power to kill someone brutally without hesitation and without laying a finger on them. It was horrifying to witness.
I had all the stories gathered about all of their sightings and everything they'd been recorded doing. To the untrained eye, you'd believe these creatures to be monsters from another world, or kids playing some sick prank, hiring people to pretend being killed in gruesome ways. At least that's what skeptics believe until they look into all the death records. They'd find the incidents were all too real.
Now the question was, what was I doing with all this information, what was I planning? Basically, with a camera handy, I wanted to try and track down these creatures and see if I could ask them a few questions.
I grabbed my camera and walked out to the park. It was nightfall and the park was empty. The reason I knew the park would be a go-to place was because all recorded events took place in this very town, the town of Appleton.
I made my way down the sidewalk, camera in hand. I recorded an intro, "It's currently 12:45p.m. I am walking through the park where most sightings took place. I can only hope I find one of the Stone Faced."
Just then, as if right on cue, I heard the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. I turned my camera and began walking in that general direction. I made my way through the bushes and the trees until I came across a clearing with two people standing shoulder to shoulder. As I got closer the silhouettes looked familiar. The Stone Faced.
I approached them and they took a step toward me, traveling in unison. I held up my camera. "I come in peace," I said. "I just want to ask you some questions and I'll be out of your hair."
One of them nodded.
"Where do you come from?" I asked.
I heard them grunting but no words came out. "I'm sorry I can't understand you. Is there any other way you can communicate?" I asked.
One of them nodded. The other one raised their hand toward me. I could feel my head getting lighter as the world around me was getting brighter. I looked around and saw the same place I was in before, but the colors reversed, as if staring through a negative photo.
"We come from a planet far from here," one of them said, catching me off guard. "We abandoned our ship a few months ago. It crash landed shortly after we evacuated. We think some people somehow got into it and landed it here. That's why we came."
I looked down at my still recording camera. I hope I got all of that on film.
I thanked them for their time and asked if they could turn me back to the way I was.
"Unfortunately, the changes we make are permanent. We apologize. But you are not lost, you are one of us now."
I reached up to my face and cried out in horror, my head was cold as stone.
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