i tried to think of anything to save my life. i still had some whiskey bottles down here, so i chucked those at him. it just angered him, and he grabbed me. Glass barked, following him out. siren head didnt seem to care about Glass, but he seemed to have a craving for an alcoholic. there were some people nearby, taking a scenic walk, seeing me struggling and this... beast. theres no other word for him. all i did was shout "RUN!" before i got eaten. Glass layed on the ground, whimpering. a static, muffled voice called out, "Glass. cmon boy, Glass!" Glass felt the urge to go, but had a small feeling. it would be the death of him too. he ran the opposite direction. that weekend... Josephs mother was waiting. she had made everything he liked, she baked pie, made chamomile tea, but he didnt come. she sighed and went to get the newspaper. about 6 minutes later she got to the missing section. there he was, his smiling face. 'witnesses say he was carried off by a monster of some sort, viewers have footage

###-###-#### if you have info.' a picture of siren head appeared as the footage. she hung her head and cried.

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