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This is not a story, it is a dream. I was investigating this case where a mother of two was being accused for brutally killing her one month old baby boy. He was grabbed by the ankle and thrown down on the mahogany dinning room table. The child's head was split open, it's eyes gone grey with tear trails down it's face.

All of the evidence pointed to the mother, though something wasn't quite right. She showed no signs of psychological distress or illness, no history of abuse. There was no motive or reason, and she cried like any mother would when losing the thing she loved most. It was then that I looked to the older daughter, she couldn't be over ten years old. Through this whole debacle, she had been silent. Not silent with grief, just quiet. Her watched her mother become handcuffed with a dead expression, apathy seemingly dripping from her lashes. The moment I considered the daughter may be involved.

EvERything StoppEd

Color began to distort. The police, the mother, the dead child covered up with a blanket, they all became merely images. Nothing else was real by the daughter and I. Shrill noises abused my ear, I went to cover them with my hands, but found myself paralyzed.

The girl stared at me, and I could hear TV static in my head. Her image too began to glitch, like somewhere in her was a corrupted file. I blinked and she was gone. When I blinked again,  she h ad returned with what looked like the mask of a fox.

Th ere  was a  g un in each hand.

Seemingly in slow motio n, she pulled the gu ns to her head and shot herself in both directions at the same time. Her head exploded and the mask fell off to rEreveal what was left of her face.

She glitched again and her body was back to normal.

Again, and she had a knife an--d was  carving a  deep gash into her throat--

She glitchEd again and there were no scars and no knife.

This went on for a while, different ways of this girl killing herself/mutilating her body and I couldcouldn’t look away

She slit her throat again, her fuckiin g  face melted off, she would claw her eyes out.

Eventually I wa-s--s able to move but I couldn’t look away. I began moving in reverse, away from her but my legs were not moViNg ,,,a wa y from her legs but my legs were not not notnotnto

I could not seEE so clearly, but at some point she appeared with a cardboard sign that read so methingl ik e---ad something like:

"Don't touch me. the rats are in." THis huge smoke cloud CCC Aam e and covered he"Don’t touch me. The rats are in."r completely. I think it might have been aci dIdI C gas but so mt hi--omething made me think it was rattt poison.Even though rat pois on d oesn’t maKK---E childre nbu  rst  into flames.

HE rW  H O---le b ody ca ug ht  on fi re  and her skin t urnedblack.Chunksof- flesh was  falling oFFFFFFFFFFf"Don't touch me. the rats are in." of her

I rem---traumatized -ember being aumatiz ed  by  the girl and I kept seeEE EE Eing images of her flashing through me head. Her eyes were all blackblack, no whites at all. L ater  I ww www "Don't touch me. the rats are in."wwwwwwoke up from 'that dre am a nd only then was I aCTUa--al'ly AWake.