I hear them crawling in the walls at night. I wake up in a cold sweat to the sound of giggling "Tell us another story!" I run out of the room. Splash cold water on my face. Then look up into the mirror and for a moment I swear my eyes look cold and hollow, like voids staring into the pits of hell themselves. I run outside in a panic, trembling as my heart pounds. Maybe some fresh air will help. But to my horror, as I gaze up into the clouds, a single hot air balloon passes above me. I know now that there is no escape. This was Bible Town all along. We are all Bible Town. Our memories are fake. Simple delusions we have created to escape the reality that there is no true life outside of this hell inhabited by plastic soulless children who feed on the sanity of humans like you and me.