Statement From The Field Investigator's ReportMatthew W. Schmeer
Sullivan, MO: June 17, 1989 Outside the Tastee-Freeze something small and sharp was jabbed in my spine. When I awoke, I couldn't move. My legs were numb. There was blood everywhere. Two of them stood over me, holding something. One of them bit into it; his teeth were sharp and glistened with yellow spittle. I couldn't speak. I couldn't scream. I couldn't feel a thing. When they saw I was awake, the short one stuck his finger in my mouth–it tasted sweet, like applebutter–and plucked out two molars. He put them in a jar and shook them like dice. He laughed. Then the tall one put something over my head and I couldn't see anything. I felt something scrape the heel of my left foot. When I woke up, I was naked on the floor of my living room. The television spewed static into the air. All my food was missing. My car wouldn't start. I couldn't find my cat for three days.
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