Cecil Baldwin

She says a figure is crawling out from the hole.

It looks no more than the size of a normal adult human, but the figure also easily descended from the hole in the sky to the ground, like it was no more distance than a single step on a staircase.

Stacey, can you describe the figure?

Stacey says, and now she's sobbing, so it's really hard to understand her.

Please try to speak more clearly, Stacey.

She says the figure has a kind of flicker where the face should go.

What does that mean, Stacey?

She says it's like a TV screen that has gone out of whack, mostly black with flickers of light and sometimes something that is like a face, but she can't quite keep a hold of it.

Every time she sees it, she receives it as a pain in her stomach rather than as visual information.

The figure with the flickering face is turning toward her and speaking.

She says the voice is like licking concrete.

She says the voice is like almost looking at a laser pointer and thinking about what would have happened if you let it actually blind you.

Like that.

She says she can't make out the words because the voice causes her head to buzz and the world around her swoon.

She says the figure is walking toward her.

She says it is holding out its hand.

She says, I'm going to take the hand.

And she's crying quite hard now.

She says, it's going to undo me.

It's going to reverse my entire existence.