False Face
Leitchfield, Kentucky. The 1990s.
An older man, walking through town after dark. Average height. Worn-out clothes. A hat pulled low. Nothing unusual — until you got close enough to see that where his face should be, there was nothing. Just smooth, unbroken skin. No eyes. No mouth. No expression. He never spoke. He never hurried. He just walked.
Something moved through Leitchfield for nearly a decade. These designs are our interpretation of what they saw.
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