What we found.
Missing people.
Thousands of missing people.
All of them standing in a circle surrounding our village.
All of them linked by seven foot spikes through their hands.
This wasn't the worst of it in all honesty.
The worst came when they began to speak.
Their voices all echoing, eyes and the gaping holes in their chests
where their stomachs should have been bleeding heavily.
But somehow they still stood.
We tried to talk to them and some replied in their echoing, dull tone.
They said they had been given.
They never said to what... or whom.
What we lost.
Three days after they appeared they all began to walk inwards.
We tried to push them back, talk to them, anything.
It was hopeless.
We are trapped.
There are so few of us left.
The rest of the village has joined them, holding hands and closing in.
Circle after circle still walking.
We've been stuck in a small shop near the village centre for five days.
Supplies are gone.
One by one we go out.
I can hear them talking again.
They're saying my name.
I have togo
havet o be thereh ave to be at the circlde
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