you’re combing through your kitchen cabinets, looking for snacks, when you discover a bunch of them are empty, a pile of food left beside them, covered in some type of goo. you peak further into the cabinet, your eyes meeting something’s yellow ones. you scream and shut the cabinet door. it wasn’t an animal, it was something you couldn’t name. you grab your phone and start to dial a number, 405-555-2368. after a bit of ringing, a teenage boy begins to talk.