Subject: Anyone know this kid?
An embedded video clip shows Kyle Jeffries sitting on a picnic table in a park. It is late evening, and the park is abandoned. Kyle doesn’t seem to be aware that he’s being filmed. He speaks softly; the words are inaudible, but the rhythm is slow, deliberate.
The wind shifts. A brief stretch of words reaches the camera and the microphone: “—cup the hand—writhes it beneath—”
The air in front of him buckles, wavers, distorts. Something seems to be weaving itself into being. It has almost the shape of a person—or it might only be a trick of the light.
Kyle stretches out his hand. Smoke rises in faint coils from his palm. It threads through the air to the figure, as if pulled by a draft, and the figure solidifies just a little bit more—
And then the rhythm of Kyle’s words falters, and the figure, the trick of the light, vanishes. Kyle’s hand drops. He sags, seemingly weary.
The video ends.