4 chan will welcome us . <| sep |> Yes , but in the case of Boris , what the people want and what he wants is the same . Also , this government did not campaign for Remain , it was the previous one . Theresa May was a shadow remainer , if you will . <| sep |> Pretty sure I saw people complaining about this just as PTR was fresh <| sep |> If it ' s anything like there other products , it will be $ 20 a gram . I love the boys , but they love money more . <| sep |> Hissssss . hissss . the baby monitor drones in the kitchen . Jean vaguely listen to the subtle puffs of breath from her daughter sleeping . Hisss . Jean taps on iPad searching for a recipe for thanksgiving dinner at her mothers house . She figures she will make something simple , German potato cakes kartoffelpuffer . She lifts herself slowly from her couch and heads to her kitchen to rummage through available ingredients . As she steps she hears footsteps , so stops . But the sound of the slow shuffled steps continues . She turns and looks toward her staircase . Nothing . But her ceiling is crackling , as the floor is stressed from moving weight . Is her daughter awake she thinks and turns to the baby monitor . The sight she sees send a weight pressed to her chest and prevents her from breathing . A dark figure moves across the screen of her baby monitor and she hears it in the ceiling above . No no no no . she nervously mutters and she grabs the monitor and runs toward the staircase . She briefly looks down at the monitor screen as she grabs on to the hand rail of the staircase . The dark figure reaches down ever so gently and lifts her daughter . As she sees this she stops stunned as to think am I dreaming ? As the figure lifts the child it turns and she catches a glimpse as a dark grey face turns toward the screen . She sees peering at her are two eyes cold and robotic . Gone . She runs upstairs afraid of what she will encounter but cannot bare to abandon her child . She enters the room . Her daughter is gone . Just a mass of twisted covers and a teddy bear . It ' s quiet except for the hiss . She scans the room and slows her view as it entered dark patches of the room . Nothing . She moves toward the drapes and reluctantly peers behind them . Nothing . She turns to head toward the c l o s e t S S S SSsssshreeeeeekkkkkkkkKkk and she shudders as the piercing sound tears through her chest and up into her throat as she realizes the monitor got too close to the camera and caused feedback . She releases a cry of agony and dives for the closet door . She opens it and stands there before the darkness . It ' s empty , no clothing . No toys . Just deep thick darkness her pupils cannot open wide enough to find light . She stares into the closet confused that is dimensionless . From a faint echo she hears . mommy . Mommy ? And then nothing . Jean is breathing slowly , her mouth open wide and her pale skin glows from what little light the room has . There is nothing but the echo circle in her ears . She exhales and walks into the closet , step after step after step the closet goes on . she loses sight of her limbs as she is allowing herself to be swallowed by the dark .