My godson is dead.
It stood in my backyard holding his head in one of its tentacles. His eyes are still open. Demanding to know why Aunt Kay got him killed.
It disappeared. And then a man wearing a mask stepped out from behind my garage. He was holding my goddaughter's arm with one hand and a knife in the other. She's alive, but doesn't even look like there's still someone behind her eyes. He pointed the knife at her, then at me, and shrugged.
I get it. Me or her. Him and his boss don't really care which.
I'm sorry. I can't let them both die. Not for me. I'm not worth it. I'm just making this post so that someone knows what happened if I don't come back. Amalgamation, I think I'm right. I don't think it can get in my house. Why else would it go to these lengths? Try to use that.
I'm gonna go outside now.