They glitched in and out of reality, shrieking and wailing and crying out for help while we all backed away slowly. There was nothing else we could do but make a silent retreat and pray they weren't able to follow us.
If any one of them got back to town and started screaming out the night's events then the rest of us would sent straight to death row without so much as a spare minute to explain ourselves... not that the explanation was much better.
Who would honestly believe that a group of schoolkids were just casually trespassing in a barn out in the middle of absolute Podunk and triggered a right clusterfuck of a machine that crushed several of their friends, leaving nothing but broken, ghost-like shapes in their place.
It's easier to say they ran away.
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