That was the signal.
They were tall. Seven, maybe eight feet. Their bodies were humanoid but wrong—too long in the limb, too narrow in the chest. Their skin was the color of a deep bruise, a mottled purple-black that seemed to absorb light. But that wasn’t what made Jesse’s blood turn to ice water. It was their eyes. They had no pupils, no irises. Just two smooth, milky-white ovals that leaked a thin vapor. they are coming g hot
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