Tale of horror reported by mystery whistleblower Iris Kedall, found in my attic.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. The first time I got the gumption to climb my ladder and pop my head into the attic at the shop, the entire place seemed weirdly bigger on the inside and yet housed only this lone, poorly made booklet. There may have been the sound of tiny feet patting away behind me in hastened retreat, but I mostly wiped that from my mind. The aged and decaying pages seem to raise serious concerns about the goings on of the SPCA and a string of eyeball crimes.