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Mannequin Mistress Flashing lights. That’s just about all detective Charles Jackson ever saw in his miserably depressing job. He was paid daily to endure the discomforting company of the loathsome paparazzi and their camera co-workers, as well as gaze upon the mangled corpses of lawyers, workers, doctors, friends, family, school children, and much more. Taking off his square framed glasses, he rubbed his sore eyes for sanctuary from the lights and corpses, then scratched his bald scalp in pontification. “For Christ’s sake…” Charles mumbled as he put his glasses back on and looked at a recent victim; Vicky, who was

Shatter The Lights Let me tell you, of a tale so ancient, it has been expunged from almost all memory entirely. A story so feared, that those who know of it – of most, at any rate – have been driven to madness from hallucination and the ever lasting state of paranoia they are plunged into. This is a tale of an ancient, but very real evil. Something many can deny, and few that can prove its authenticity. This… is the story of one of the very few REAL monsters. --- There was a boy, quite some time ago, who lived in our village. I believe his name was… Thomas. Now, Thomas was quite well warned as well as prepared for the