The Faceless
It’s a regular night until mysterious texts awaken Carter with pictures of his basement.
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6 min readDec 30, 2021
At 2 am the phone rang loudly and slowly vibrated its way off the nightstand. The device hit the floor. Carter rolled over and sighed in frustration. Never any peace for the wicked or FBI agents on hiatus. The mobile silenced itself on the carpet, he leaned over the edge of the bed and harshly…
