Matthew Jetvay

I still wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold harsh sweat, with various arts and crafts materials surrounding me. I feel empty, harsh eyes gleaming straight through my mortal soul, suffocating me. All that is left of me is the cruel nightmares of the shapes, jumping down from that shelf, gruesomely mutating into giants, threatening to decapitate me if I tell anyone about their secret. Oh god, they're coming... quick! thEIR SECRET IS-