Oh. No. The Glooms are here. Nobody says a word, we've stayed out much too long. And all around us what looks like a murder scene unfolds... People are being forced to slice their skin. Myself and my mother make it in. And as horrible as it sounds.. I watch an infant be consumed by the horrible stomach-mouths of a Gloom.
I turn away, tears welling up in my eyes, I do not fight them. Cold tears continue to fall down my face. Stuff like this happens much too often.
