Dr. NoSleep (host)

Inside the bag is a letter with a small block of text over a picture of a creepy looking humanoid figure with what appears to be a burlap sack over its head.

The sack has a zippered mouth shaped into a long smile.

The eyes are diamond-shaped black lenses sewn into the burlap.

In the blurry picture, the figure wears all black and appears, judging by its build, to be male.

I turn my attention to the text and read it aloud.

Tell one, tell all, the Tattletail has come.

He'll find you wherever you are, no matter where you roam.

He'll rip your fucking face off and wear it all the way home.

His smile is considered nothing but a dream.

His teeth all clacked together, but they are not what they seem.

If you search for Tattletail, the last noise you ever make will be a fucking scream.

Well, that's pleasant, Sype says.

A threat?

Garmin nods.

Seems like it.

do you think sipes asks me i'm not sure i read the words over again but before i reach the end a shout startles me it's the cop from outside yelling for help garmin dashes out first followed closely by sipes and me we rush up the stairs to the street and down the block weapons drawn half a block down we turn into a narrow alley my shoes crunch on broken glass from a shattered light

the alley is shrouded in darkness but i can just see garmin up ahead crouching next to a man's faceless body he's still alive i realize as he grabs hold of garmin's arm blood spurting from the massive wound that used to be his face it's her partner up ahead sipes turns the corner running down the connecting alley as i slow garmin screams get the

As she waves me on, I resume my efforts, racing down the grimy alley and exiting onto a street just in time to see the uniformed cop from outside the crime scene running up some stairs into a building.

Sipes is on his tail.

I follow, taking the stairs three at a time.