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I can't stay long, so this must be brief.

[Redacted] everywhere. I [redacted] mirrors. They're [redacted]. They have heads in the shapes of spirals. They twist, endlessly changing, until [redacted]. They can [redacted] everything I do. I CAN'T STOP THEM! H[redacted] ME! I—

They're everywhere. I see them in mirrors. They're terrifying. They have heads in the shapes of spirals. They twist, endlessly changing, until [redacted]. What? But, I broke my mirror. That's how they come for me. They— I— The cracks in my mirrors are closing. They'll be back soon.

I'm hurriedly typing this. I must type fast, for they come f[redacted]. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO [redacted].

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Phew. [Redacted]. help help help help help help help help help help help help help

Silence. I threw the mirror out the window. I don't know why I didn't do that earlier. But... their heads shift and turn and move until [redacted]. What? My words! They can still change what I write.

But why only that one thing...

Everything that reflects can summon them. The Spiralheads. They watch what I do, they edit everything I write. I can't talk about them. I [redacted]. They're back! They always come b[redacted]. And yet, they [redacted].

In the past, I would see them behind me in mir[redacted]. Then, I'd turn, and they're [redacted]. Not there.

There was just one time, I punched behind me. My fist connected. I spun and [redacted]. No sign of anyone being there.

the glass of my computer reflects them behind me theres four of them i need help someone i live at [redacted] my name is [redacted] i need help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help—

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We are sorry for the loss of your friend. If anyone out there knows Greyson Harris, I am sorry for your loss. He needed to be taken care of. Out of respect for the loss of his life, we will publish his story for him.... however, the information cannot be revealed. No one knows who we are, no one knows about us. However, we have names. The Spiralheads. A crude name, but effective. And one other... The Things I See.

You're next, Nathanael. You know who you are.

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