If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.
It was a… well, I don’t know what it was. It was a ritual of some kind? I was taking a breather from my shift, you know, smoking a joint, when the bonfire shot up from over there. Poor guy, he was gagged and blindfolded. God knows what happened to him.
They did something to him, all right. I wish I know but he’s in there, in that warehouse, probably charred, dead, or worse, mutilated.
To read my previous attempt at this photo in 2014, click here.