This story is a sequel to Trickles
Trickles can always find you, if memories of them you knew. The only way to be saved is to forget, but if you recall they will get you yet. Race fast as you can, maybe your friends will understand. Trickles down the path they go, foothold in you they do know. Wary Shaman heed my words, forget them or there will be worse. They need not feed to take form, by saying this you have been warned.
A sequel to Trickles.
Glen Gorewood