imagine.
you are asleep. you awake suddenly to the presence of someone in your room. its alex jones. he steps closer as you lay awake, paralyzed with horror. his breath smells of coca cola as he leans in, grabbing your hand from your fear stricken body. you cringe as he gently begins to sniff your fingers, before kissing the tips of them. he slowly begins putting your fingers in his mouth, one by one, biting down, ripping them clean off. he makes a break for it before you can call the police. he is gone. he has taken your fingers with him. tell someone. call the cops. no one will believe you anyways.