I used to hate nightmares. Now I'd be lucky to have them.
I'm affected by something worse. Much worse. I'm a pawn. That I know.
As my memories begin to return, I'm realizing just how screwed I am. Maybe you too.
I was able to capture just a small taste of what I must have encountered in my latest blackout.
They must have planted my recorder on me before tying me up and filling me full of centipedes. They obviously want proof of something.
It sounds like a ritualistic killing. Am I crazy?
YOU ARE READING
Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
