“I couldn’t have done anything,” I say again, weakly this time, backing away from this imaginary Lily. “I was asleep too.” And then Lily is there. Solid, colorful, human. But her eyes are wide and unearthly, and as she moves toward me, her face begins to contort. A dark stain appears on her chest, spreading, dark dark red, blood seeping from a wound.
what the FUCK is going ON
