Saw something in the trees tonight. Over the woodpile.
My heart’s still pounding so hard that I can hardly hit the keys. I keep thinking I should go up and tell Meredith but part of me knows it would only make it worse. I’ve got the radio turned onto a late night AM talk show and people keep calling in talking about The Conspiracy—
Okay. That’s better. I took a minute and turned off the radio and got my shit together. I know what I saw, and now I know what they’re saying…well, once you’ve seen it with your own eyes, it’s different.
Full disclosure: I’ve gotten six emails in the last two days warning me about this blog. The incoming email address is supposedly the Department of Homeland Security, but for all I know, it’s just another scare tactic. But after what I saw out by the woodpile tonight, I don’t need the radio anymore. I can find out everything I need from the Internet. Like the video. And the rap sheets. And the newspaper article.
Meredith and I were up painting the baby’s room when I heard a noise outside, around back. I told her to stay upstairs. She started to say something back and I went downstairs before she could. Stupidly, I went outside without a flashlight – forgot about the porch light being out. It was pitch dark and I stopped on the porch to let my eyes adjust.
Then I heard it. The branches shook in the big tree overhead and when I looked up I saw something flash down, rattling the braches, bigger than an animal. I ran back inside and got the door closed and locked it. Meredith looked at me, but I couldn’t say anything.
And now, I’ve got my email icon flashing. Message from email@example.com.
I don’t want to open it.