“They are the thing of dreams, nightmares in fact, and, to know that they exist, scare the fucking hell out of me,” she says, looking over at the young man who sits across from her.
“Then, what do we do? Who do we tell that’ll believe us?”
“We tell no one, and we do the same, let’s just leave this place, get far away, and never look back.”
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 