Here in the UK we sell amazing products and services the whole world once.

At the Black Farmer in Devon our producers enjoyed on both sides of the Atlantic.

We're McKinnon and Saunders from Manchester and our puppets are watched on six continents.

Whilst at Acceleron in Birmingham our sustainable, recyclable batteries are helping power nine countries.

So if you make it in the UK, why not sell it to the world?

For free help from the UK government visit great.gov.uk

It's weird right? Whatever. Might as well check it out.

Haven't seen a horror movie that's actually scared me in a while.

That was the last text Lacey sent me before she went missing.

I know it's irrational but I hate myself for not doing something.

If you're not stopping her but how is I supposed to know?

How could I have anticipated anything that was going to happen after?

The film or whatever the hell it is made its way into our small town like a plague only a few days ago.

12 people bought tickets for it.

12 people are now missing. Among them was Lacey, my girlfriend for over two years.

A risk of sounding like that guy. Our future was looking nothing but promising.

We had plans.

I mean we did.

Until Mr. Fucking Blank showed up.

This is nowhere near a conventional missing persons case of course.

The rabbit hole goes deeper here and honestly the details simply don't make any sense.

From what I managed to dig up this is a general timeline of what had happened.

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