They’re naked now. You don’t need to see the sort of things they were under their faces. I think it would be too much. I made them see what they were, and it was too much for them; I was their mirror. Their minds broke long before their bodies stopped squirming, and your mind too might not fair too well.
Now, I’m going to go away. You need to call the police, tell them everything, but when I leave, don’t open that door. Will you promise? Promise me, you won’t look in there, that you’ll never see what I’ve done.
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