to believe me but they turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to my pleas. The entity had disappeared leaving me with no proof and looking crazy. I was taken to the police station where I was neglected until a heavy-set man with “FBI” in bright yellow letters across the
back of his jacket approached me and told me, “Come with me. We have an investigation to start.” I looked up at his roughly shaven face in disbelief, “You believe me?” “I do. Now I won’t repeat myself, we have work to do.”
Untitled by Madelyn Low ’22
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