If you see a woman with a serrated smile, you need to read this as a matter of life and death

I’m a government employee. My name isn’t important, all you need to worry about is what I have to say. I work at a compound known as the Facility. Within it, we perform research on things the public would find unappetizing. Officially, we’re listed under Experimental Weapons Development, but lately our umbrella has spread much wider.

Suffice it to say that there are things out there that go bump in the night. Things, both legendary and mundane, that exert their influence upon us and defy explanation. My job is to interview the individuals who believe they’ve encountered such entities, and determine the validity of their experiences.

This is one such interview.