I picked up the newspaper that was sitting in the café. The front page headline read, "Young Man Missing". Being a curios person, I began reading the article. What I read next was so appalling that I needed confirmation. 'Sir," I said to the man behind the counter, "Would you please tell me this name right here?" I asked pointing to the paper as he gave me a strange look. "James McGee." He said. I dropped the paper and ran out of the café. A.L.M.
Would make fantastic invites. The room was dark - almost to dark to see. The last thing I remembered was my Mother and I being kidnapped. Now she's dead and all I have is a bloodied note - 'come now Alice, it's only a dream'