PROLOUGE
It was about 5 days ago when my father plucked me from our home in West Mercersburg, Pennsylvania to this strange little town called Nightmares, in Kansas. In my short time of being here, I've seen people that looked like someone pulled them right out of your nightmares, hence the name of the town. A teenage girl with her lips sewn into a smile, an old man who is known for having six different personalities, a young girl with six letters in her first, middle, and last name, and only learned how to count to 666, and a young woman with a motherly figure telling all the the children to "never stop smiling!" Out of all the fucked up things I've seen so far, I'm starting to doubt I'll make it sout of here.... alive.
