Prologue If you’re reading this, it’s way too late. It’s too late to grab your phone and call a friend to tell them goodbye. Don’t pack anything. Just get out and run. Leave with what you have now and guard this book with your life. Don’t let anyone take it. Burn it if you have to.
I can’t tell you my name, or what I look like. Where I live. Who my parents are. What I can do. If I’m even alive right now.
And if there’s one thing I can say, it’s all the secrets, lies... Conspiracies that I’ve uncovered. The world is a fluke. A huge cover up for something not even in this time continuum.
Right now. You have two choices.
Choice Number 1: You close this book now and put outside your front door. It won’t be there tomorrow and you won’t remember anything about those first few lines you’ve just read.
Choice Number 2: You keep reading. You learn the secrets. You jeopardize your life. Risk getting killed and them coming after you. And you run.
Make a choice now. They’re already at your door.
The one piece of information you need to know now? 47 High Street.
Lostt Eviie · Wed Jun 03, 2009 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |