My friend was checking my phone for pictures that we could post on Timber, the dating app. She scrolled through the hundreds, no, even thousands of selfies I had taken over the years. Finally, after three long hours of picking, she has settles on three pictures for me to choose from. "These three pictures really show your inner beauty. You look so elegant, but friendly, and cute. Here, choose the one you want." She handed me the phone.

There was three pictures of me. One just out of bath, one studying for the test next week, and the other one, sleeping. I looked at my phone screen, my hand trembling. "What wrong?" she asked. My lips were pale and shaking, trying really hard to make out words. My friend's ear went close to my mouth as I gasp for words.

"I...I never t...took these p...p...pictures...." I gasped.

"But... if you didn't take it... then how?" She looked at me, her eyes wide.

Slowly, the closet opened, and I saw a pair of glowing eyes.

So, if you're reading this, help us. Help us before it's too late, before we perish in the darkness of who-knows-what. Oh, but I am afraid that all is too late, for I have turned into something inhuman. But it is too dark in here to know, too dark to see anything. I just know. I just know that my hands are cut off and replaced with tentacles. I remember my body being separated from my head and replaced with a creature's. I remember almost all my body parts displaced with another; something that does not fit. 

So, will you be willing to save something that's not human? Of course not.

Humans do not care for those that are not their kind, those who don't exist.