They return to my house again.I'm out, so they leave a note by the door.The paper is coated in a thick coat of oozing slime,that drips form the scruffy pages.The note reads:"We grow tired of this mess.It consumes us,this is the end.We feel that we must.You won't sleep at night.It's a mystery – a terrible mystery."Change time, change place. The story goes on, through the audience is unable to follow.This way thank you.Welcome to the Sectism of Sektah
