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4:20 It was just another night at work, nothing really to speak of even for a full moon. I'd gotten my patrols done and was taking myself an extended lunch break online seeing who was out and about in cyberspace as usual when I received a rather odd message in my mailbox. Ok this sorta thing happens regularly but I noticed right off the bat this message was different. Generally when you receive a message on myspace you get a nice little picture or avatar of the person who’s sent you a message, this one had no picture. That however was only the first thing I'd noticed. The message read: "Hello Rob. I've been watching you here for quite some time and thought it was time we played a game together". That was the entire message? How stupid I thought to myself and deleted the message. It wasn't long after I got the second message. "That wasn't very nice Rob. I didn't expect you to take that with such disregard as you seem to take things rather seriously Rob." Ok man I know my name alright? People are weird I said out loud as I deleted message two. A few minutes later, message 3. " North Stairwell door Rob." was all it read. I have to say that one got my interest for no sooner than I'd read the message then my beeper starts going off with an alarm. I called the alarm company to get the information as to just what alarm was going off. It was the North Stairwell door in my building. I sat there silent for a minute while the operator asked repeatedly "Sir, shall we send a call to the police?" Finally after I realized I was being silent I replied "No, I've got it here..." and hung up the phone. As per post orders I have to check each alarm out myself and being as I'm the only one on duty during the grave yard shift I of course couldn't send someone else to check it out. I had to go myself. Fine that's what I get paid to do so I might as well do my damn job. The North Stairwell door was secured. There were no signs of breaking and entering and honestly it didn't look like anyone had used it in a couple days anyway the door handle itself left the weekends thin layer of dust in my fingers. It must have just glitched I guessed, hoping to myself this wasn't what I was starting to imagine. I looked around the stairwell, first down below me and then above, but there were no signs of any breaking and entry or anyone at all in the stairwell. Ok time to get back to lunch damn it. I left the stairwell. In the process of returning to my station I noticed I must have left my mailbox page open, although I swear I'd closed it as usual upon leaving the desk so as to avoid ever getting caught chatting at work. But alas it was open and I had a new message. "This is fun isn't it Rob? I'm hoping we can play more now." A smirk crossed my face as I looked around again, I scanned the glass in front of me that reflects floors two and three above me in the entry way, I scanned the floors across the street in the building that gives me the most grief nightly and quietly made my way over to the conference room door next to my post where quietly I managed to open the door and have a look in the conference room. Empty. So now I was thinking to myself, and we know that's never good. I've got it!! I almost bellowed it aloud, it must be my boss thinkin she’s funny while down here spying on me. I began plotting a "special patrol". I wasn't going to let her get one over on me. I'm frakken BatMan, you don't fool me. So I set aside all the keys and items that would make any noise and made sure I was well out of the front desk security cameras range so I could slip away from the desk hoping if I was being watched it was in fact via security camera. There was a rather odd sound then that came from behind me as I began slinking my way towards the conference room which lead to the main hallway as well as an auxiliary hall adjacent. I turned to see what the noise was, an almost bubbly sound really, and there was nothing. Nothing that is except a new message plainly visible with it's little red tag "New Messages!" blaring at me like some damn stop light, which actually had that very effect on me at that moment. Of course I went and opened the message which was refreshingly enough from some dipshit asking me if I was and I do Quote.. "heey i read u profile are u really Satan?". This I do believe was more disturbing than getting ANY of the previous nights odd messages. Delete. The conference room door.. yes that's where I was going I grumbled to myself in my inner indoor voice of course, coz I'm trying to be stealthy here. I wanted to make sure to be extra stealthy too as it was 3:55am and perfectly silent in the area as it is for 43 minutes every morning before the birds... never mind.. the conference room was empty. I took a moment again to look across the street as normally that building really is pretty active, but nothing, even the shadows were still this evening and a sense of calm about it actually.. odd. Now being as they wax the floors here far too much with this really thick nasty cheap wax I avoid the main hallway and take the auxillary hallway heading for the next room with an internet connection, kinda figuring to myself there were only so many offices and only so many hubs right? After two or three offices I was thinking about the library. Why hadn't I just gone there in the first place? Sometimes I amaze myself I can even lift the spoon to my mouth yanno? But anyway I'm BatMan so chill. My boots were making just enough squeak on the over waxed floors that I had to walk quite a bit slower as not to sound like two eighty year olds goin at it. As I approached the library I heard the sounds of typing. Busted! I thought to myself and went into "Mode". Now there's a hand full of people that have ever knowingly experienced me in "Mode" but it's something I learned and a secret that will most likely go to the grave with me, but when in "Mode" let's just say I'm rather undetectable. Now all in "Mode" I made my way into the library. No sound, no wind, not even one empathic signal, not the slightest indications I was present and the typing stopped. I stopped. There was no way I'd made my presence aware yet the room went deathly silent. I hung as suspended in time for what seemed five minutes but was probably only five seconds waiting for some motion, sound or signal that I had been discovered, but nothing, just silence. I figured at that point to move in closer again as maybe the culprit had just hit send? As I came into view of the table, chairs and computer desk area of the library I immediately noticed "New Messages!" blaring at me again from a computer that was in the center of the computer area. Now there were times in the past I'd used this computer to check my messages but not recently and I always delete my tracks when using a work computer so to see MY messages in front of me on this particular computer caught me seriously off guard. I spun around scanning the entire library as if I was just robbed of a precious prize. If there was even one thing out of place or one motion or even so much as a sound I'd find it, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Yet, as I turned back to the computer, my account was opened and starring me in the face was another message. "Rob. We will have to play again another time it's about to get really busy here. I have to go now. Thanks." My pager experienced what we know as "Bombing" right as I finished reading the very last words of that message. Twenty three alarms had been triggered all simultaneously and in every part of the building. The Time: 4:20am. Somewhere Out Of Time. I'd just gotten done with the morning cigarette, what a great flavor first thing in the morning. Running my hands across my face and slightly scruffy head I realized my clock must be entirely backwards. With a flick of my ever diligent morning finger I knock my cell phone off the nightstand while lifting the blinds enough to see it was pitch black outside yet my clock said 4pm. Ok now if it was winter sure, I'd have no reason to question this at all, but it was summer. I figured I'd best sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes it had been a long few weeks of working a lot of overtime and I really needed the mental break from the happenings at work. The warm feeling as I smashed my eyeballs deeper into their sockets was so wonderful it was I'll admit hard to stop. But alas that deep need to see daylight won out. As I reopened my eyes I was delighted to see it was in fact quite day lit outside my ground floor level window. The green grass happily growing and sun as usual attempting to break through the clouds. I need coffee! My legs somehow decided not to function properly as I attempted to get out of bed and I fell immediately to the floor as if weighing ten times my own weight. I laid there for a second wondering what the fuck was going on here. It was at that moment I realized it had gone dark again outside. My head started to spin. Now I'd felt this way plenty of Friday night Saturday morning nights out before but I quit drinking years ago so this was really an odd flashback. My stomach turned and my head was spinning as if it was the spin cycle and my brain was being wrung of all liquids. The darkness grew, now spreading into my room itself as I tried to find some means of propping myself up against the bed now completely convinced I was about to hurl. Neither the cat or dog seemed to be anywhere around me which was very odd and discomforting. I called out for the dog and nothing. Again this time with a more harsh and horrid sound I tried calling my dog. Nothing. My world went dark. I awoke to the visions of a place I felt I had been many times before it seemed surreal yet everything was physical. My legs now beneath me tingled, the smell of the trees and grass along with the smell of some unseen hickory smoker filling the air it was all too familiar. The ground beneath me seemed firm and my legs seemed to be following orders again so I made use of the opportunity and began to walk towards the not too distant tree line. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some large domed structure. The dome was all I could see its white bald head poking above some bush line and a nearby hilltop. I figured ok, this looks like a better direction. Let's enjoy this I figured as I took mental note of the previous moments before this apparent dream I was having, I must have passed out. Somehow this was all wrong but yet I did feel familiar with this whole place and everything. It felt very "homey" I guess like I'd been here quite a bit before as I strolled closer to the hilltop. This was amazing! Now I tend to over exaggerate sometimes, but I ain’t kiddin when I say this was some weird shit. Here I stood looking across a small ravine and a few scattered bushes upon this huge and I do mean HUGE dome. It appeared to be solid, not like made from concrete or wood type solid. Like it had been molded perfect. From the base of the dome streamed a line of people coming out from the dome. This was rather normal right? The worms go in the worms go out... Yet something about it gave me the chills. I got the instant feeling I had been spotted and was under some form of observation. Like a cold probe had swept across me and through me. I looked around but there seemed to be no extra attention or commotion over my appearance and the people just kept walking out of the dome, at least 300 by now and counting. Off to my right was what appeared to be some sort of drain from inside the dome and from it came this brown liquid. Sewage I figured but as I walked closer it sure didn't smell like sewage although very displeasing to my senses it smelled more like rotten beef, you know the kind that's sat outside a slaughterhouse all day in the back of a semi-trailer in the sun? I had to of course take a close inspection of this nasty shit coming down the ravine out of this drain pipe, so I got down into the ravine and had a look. There were definitely parts of or pieces of "something" in this slop. It could be anything I guess but if I had to describe it as something I'd seen before, I'd have to say tripe. The smell was horrible beyond what I really felt I needed to endure so it was time to leave the ravine. I turned and walked back up the ravine for a bit while skirting the dome which seemed to have a never ending supply of patrons. Odd. As I walked I had the unexplainable desire to wake up, but really couldn’t rationalize that either as I "was" awake right? So I walked onward no direction in particular just sticking to the ravine and skirting the dome. I came upon the tree line finally and through it came that hickory smoked scent once again, a much more pleasant smell than in the ravine indeed. I decided to follow the smell, I mean why not go get some grub? Through the trees I walked until I came across what resembled by my interpretation a southern style ranch house, kinda hillbilly lookin yet nostalgic. The smell was strong here so reason would dictate I must have found the source, but there was no smoke of any kind nor anyone or anything around me to make this smell. The place looked by all means deserted and overgrown with weeds and bush yet I felt someone was here. And I do mean felt it. The cold probing again, the slight darkening of the world around me and the numbness back in my legs came and went briefly, a reminder that I was indeed having some weird dream or who knows what at this point, it was all so real. I decided to go with curiosity and check out the house, perhaps this feeling of being watched was coming from the center and more elevated window in the house. I walked up to the door and it was already partially open as I could see inside that parts of the place were rotten and gone yet others in perfect condition and appeared to be well used. This was gettin pretty weird. So I checked the place out looking for the origin of the hickory smell while my eyes wandered the wall hangings and decorations. This place was old and full of antiques of all sorts. There were pictures from what seemed to be even as far back as the beginning of man and further back still. Something about these images sickened me. Something they possessed in the way they were not so much as what they were. They hung on the wall in lamentation, the feelings of dread and woe struck me as I looked closer into each image. These weren’t paintings or photos more rather some ethereal type of medium. Strange shit. There was a huge knock above me and I swear I about gave myself a concussion hitting the ceiling. What the Hell was that? I uttered aloud. The room was too quiet, then a slight shuffle above me once more. What sounded like hooves shuffling across the floor above me really kinda scared the crap outta me at this point. I felt like that idiot in the movie that goes into the haunted house with the evil chainsaw packin psychopath inside that of course everyone screams "Don't do it you moron!!" Yeah this was me. Shit. The doors closed the shutters began flapping against the outside of the ranch house and the whole floor seemed to move beneath me like some strange living matter of sorts. As quickly as it had begun it stopped. The hooves slowly shuffling back and forth above me now really had me curious yet do I dare really go check this out? Wait!! I'm like passed out and dreaming.. ok I can do this. Deh. So arrogantly I go searching for some stairwell or passageway leading upward, and just down the hall there just so happened to be such a passageway how convenient. I walked up the staircase and it seemed to go a lot further up than one would think for a mere two story ranch house. I felt like I was at least on floor three or four by now but alas the stairs came to a halt at a boarded up door of course. What creepy house from hell wouldn't have of course a boarded up attic with some hoofed creature behind it right? I mean really silly me what was I thinking. So I started removing the boards from the door. The house resounded in a loud deep growl or rumble as I pulled the boards away from the door. Finally!! Last board and....wallah. Now lets see what’s.. Nothing had ever made me feel as helpless, hopeless and terrified as what I saw as the door flung itself open. There it stood in all its darkness. Not one ray of light could escape it. It was sucking all the light from the room into it like some sort of black hole void. The terror that consumed me was so intense I can't begin to describe more than I could not turn my eyes, I could not scream, I had no choice BUT to stare directly at myself standing in the doorway. I fell into the darkness.
All things must surface. Well I figured by reporting the things that have been occurring on what I'll refer to as "Floor 2" would get me fired and thrown in an asylum, however it's quite the opposite it seems. Rumor has gotten around that indeed I am reporting the events that I've witnessed with the "haunting of floor 2" and it now seems that everyone here seems to have some story to tell about what they witnessed. Even people who don't work here anymore and have in the past are getting word to me about their experiences on Floor 2, which I find almost humorous. As it has been quite intriguing to me I'm now planning to get some physical data and possibly proof that there's something "supernatural" or otherwise happening on Floor 2. My personal perspective is a scientific reason, perhaps all the electronic machinery and it's electromagnetism or perhaps just some oddities with the Air Conditioning or maybe just faulty door locks. Then again far be it from me to discount it could actually be "supernatural" and that my friends, shall be determined. To anyone interested in this venture I welcome any help and information, although I'm keeping the actual name and address of the building under wraps to the general public serious inquiries will be a bit more informed. I'm currently in need of at least 1 hand held audio recording device, the stuff I have is far too big and bulky and yeah I may actually go buy some "toys" come payday tho I have other things that take priority so if you happen to have an older recorder hand held or just even small enough that I don’t need an extension cord and little red wagon to take on my travels it would be welcomed!!! Hell I might even give ya some cash for it if it's a good deal? As for any findings.. I'm sure I'll have many more short stories to come. I'm actually going to update my maelbolgia.com site with a lot of the new stories and perhaps some other interesting "stuff" here when I have the time to do so. Until then I'll keep posting here so enjoy! Interlude - Another Night At The Office And as I sit here tonight under the light of the full moon I stare patiently across the street into the windows of the second floor, watching them lurk about, watching each shadow make it's way into then out of view as if taunting me, craving me.... beckoning me. Another Peaceful Evening At Work. Ok so I'm on floor 4.. nothing really unusual happening here tonight more than any other night.. just regular weird noises and the normal ones. I'm pretty much ignoring the "unexplained occurrences" lately coz they're starting to get to me.. day in day out every night I deal with this shit. So floor 4 boiler room.. now when I unlock this door I have to turn the lights on in the room of course so I lean to my right and flip on the light switch.. there in direct view is the boiler room pc as usual and wait..? Out of the corner of my vision I see the old man. Not the usual version of him either. I see the old man hanging from the ceiling.. gently swinging.. starring right at me. Ok no big deal that was pretty cool. Nothing new. So I proceed onward. Now I've never had any problem with the Demark room.. it's a fire control panel room.. the rooms going dark on me here as I type this shit.. ugg.. things have been getting worse lately. Back to the Demark... I grab my keys to unlock the door.. something making me hesitate.. no idea why.. I unlock the door and pull. The door cracks open and the sound of rushing air.. like a vacuum is all I hear as the door then jerks against me and closes itself. No there is no fire happening and there are no air vents in this room. I need time away from this place. Now. Before it gets worse. The room darkens again. This is not good.
Another Bedtime Story. Now I've never had a problem with dealing with the "supernatural" or plainly said "Dead Folk" whatsoever, in fact I've always had a love for the macabre and all things dead or undead, but the last 2 nights I've been contemplating just how much I really care for these denizens of the supernatural. Last night began rather boring and mundane as usual. Throughout the course of the night I did my job as usual making sure all the little furry lab rats and "secret recipes" were under lock and key. Eventually of course I came across some rather odd happenings. Odd here constitutes more than hair raising or just out and out creepy so when I say "odd" I mean shit hit the fan. From opened doors to random motion censored lights being triggered the building in question seemed to come alive as I watched in almost horror knowing that I had just been where these events were now taking place. It wasn't the first time this has happened and assuredly not the last. Tonight I found myself standing at the main entrance asking myself "Ok man you gonna let this shit get to you and get yourself all worked up or you just gonna do business as usual and get it over with? " . That in itself became a rather disturbing thought which lead to many others, but I won’t go there. Of course my mind alive with the scenes of gore and death from a recent trip to the movies I chuckled and entered the building waiting to see what this night would hold. It wasn't more than 20 feet and I was granted the first hair raising of the evening, while walking through the auditorium my latest of "friends" who is not of benevolent nature whatsoever felt it appropriate to assure me I wasn't alone. Now shadows and things moving out of the corner of ones eye are rather common, but to see directly the shadow of something not really present can give 1 the creeps I'll tell ya. Stopped in my tracks and contemplating once again "Ok man your psychin yourself out here, nice job you should write horror for a living..." and maybe I should? However I decided ok if these things are going to get to me I might as well really enjoy it. I decided to keep on with my trek through the building. From that point on every step and every breath was kept as quiet and careful as possible, I wanted to hear every sound that went through the building and feel every vibration. This was going to be "fun" right? Sure. The parking garage was all but silent tonight, each passing of machinery or lights resulted in flickering or motors whirring up to speed. Ok it could be just coincidence I agree..... Floor 2, The Bastard. This floor is the "hair raising, spine tingling, ultimate delight of my night" most nights, and tonight was no different. Opening the door to the floor I took a deep breath and chuckled to myself "man your really mental.. your gonna force yourself to see n hear shit" well I didn't expect to make wind. The lab coats were like laundry hanging on a clothesline in a slight summer breeze, slowly methodically floating back and forth as if pushed by some unseen force. I waited to see the coat rack come or go sailing in any given direction with a sarcastic laugh I started walking the floor. Now as I write mind you the building I'm in now is currently alive as well... yeah kinda creepy, but alas back to the walk. The entire passage of floor 2 was with goose bumps, raised hair, which if you've ever met me know there isn’t much hair to raise... and that overwhelming urge to just up n split. However I find I love this shit so much yeah I have to push it. Floor 2 finally over! It's time to go up to floor 3, the "other floor". Quietly and methodically climbing the stairs to floor 3 I hear the repercussions of my journey echoing on floor 2, odd sounds I can't explain. Floor 3 is no better. Calling out to try and provoke a response I realize "shit I should bring some electronic recording devices for this shit" and I now plan to as once again every hair on my body is at full attention, the presence of "someone" constantly behind me lurking and following me as if I'm intruding in it's space. More breeze and more noise go on as I wander a little faster through floor 3 now and up to floor 4, The Bastard. I've never liked floors 2 or 4 as they seem to have the most negative energy of the building but tonight floor 4 is really rather peaceful feeling. Almost beckoning, which sets my alert level to Red. It's not right. The boiler room is my first stop as usual and it was indeed rather calm and peaceful, thinking to myself as usual "man, see? This is all good you’re trippin yourself out" I close the boiler room door and proceed down the last hallway to the far stairs. It was then I lost it. I don't know what went ape shit in the boiler room tonight but it wasn't just some random noise. It was like a football game was going on and a major play was in progress or perhaps a hockey brawl? There about 20 feet in front of me was the elevator and 60 feet further through the office spaces was my last stop on the walk. The elevator won. Waiting for what seemed 20 minutes for the elevator to come up from Floor 2 hmm.. it was a relief to get on and hit "Lobby". The noise in the boiler room grew and my anticipation on getting the fuck out of that building did as well. Which of course as I'm writing this I did make it out quite fine indeed, shaken not stirred. As I stare now at the area of floor 2 waiting to see the lights come on as yet another sign that ..holy shit.... I hesitate to even speak of what I saw when I looked up from my desk. It's never easy to believe the words of others when speaking of matters of the unknown, and more times than not falls into the category of disbelief. With that in mind I expect that each person takes into perspective what indeed the differences are between reality and fantasy. The old man stood there in the 2nd floor window. Strangely illuminated by what appeared to be some sort of personal spotlight as there were no lights on floor 2. It was plainly visible the flannel shirt, worn out overalls and the brown leather hat with the brim rather misshapen from water damage. How clearly I could see his form shaking as if in some sort of hyper seizure as my skin crawled hearing what was chuckling? How could this be? My desk here is located at least 50 feet from the other building and of course windows in both buildings would surely negate any sound of that slightness from reaching my ears. Yet he stood there leaving a deep scar in my mind of yet 1 more thing I never needed to see. Now rather than sit in disbelief I grabbed my jacket and headed outside to make sure I was really seeing this or perhaps I just needed some rest. It had been a long week, and as I slung my jacket on and grabbed for my smokes the old man was gone. I had to be really psyching myself out to see this I figured so with a faint hearted chuckle myself I walked outside for a much needed smoke. The drizzle was welcoming and refreshing, the air cold and full of the smells of the city life. My eyes couldn't take themselves off the 2nd floor windows as I waited for the return of the old man. Alas I was left waiting and decided to take a breather and a nice walk in the wonderful weather. Contemplating this evenings events raised a specific point in my mind that what we choose to believe and what we choose to disbelieve are a matter of personal perspective and not altogether a matter of reality or fantasy. I'd guess some would strike the notion that this couldn't have happened and others would dredge up stories of their own experiences with the mysterious and unknown, however I personally walked quietly, alone and sucking down 3 smokes faster than I'd ever managed to smoke 1. The visual of the old man standing there now haunting my mind and the sound of that chuckling... how the hell did I even hear that? Cars passed in the rain and I found myself back to point A once again starring up at the windows on floor 2. Nothing to satisfy my craving for closure, nothing to debunk what I'd seen and nothing to stop my mind from constantly reliving the moments of the last 2 nights. I'd figured at this point to follow my own advice I'd talked with some reverence earlier about reading my log reports from the past few weeks as this isn't a significant occurrence here and signed my self off for lunch. I felt like I needed coffee but the coffee here is total crap and I mean crap. Maybe it was best I steer clear of any other anxiety causing agents this evening. I wait loathingly now for the next trek thru that building, what am I to cope with next? As I sit and watch the building like some buzzard waiting for a baby calf to drop and become the next warm meal I can't help but ask myself "Why am I still even here?" Answer? Because this is what I enjoy in Life. The Tree house A Personal Paranormal Experience. So now I ask myself... "Just how can I define a ghost?" Answer: I prefer not to use the term at all. Most things in the universe can be explained with a scientific answer. They can of course be explained with fairy tales as well. Defining the line between fact and fiction, science and fairy tale becomes a matter once again as always of personal perspective. Now granted for some things a scientific answer is absolute, your not going to convince many that small gnome like creatures live in your microwave powering it with magick. Agreed, however there are times we can concoct a mixture of both to come to an answer, for instance "ghosts". Things that go bump in the night.... I remember the first experience or encounter I had with a "ghost", as I was roughly 7 3/4 years old (you remember the days of ages in fractions "Hi.. I'm 13 and a half...") and on my way home from school. I'd always stopped by the tree house behind the playing fields after school before heading home so that I could get detailed recon on just where Brad Howard and Bobby Pierce were hiding in wait with whoever they managed to get to assist them in their after school activities which of course included trying to beat my ass down for of course beating the holy crap out of both of them in the sandbox. Now Brad he wasn't much of an opponent, lethargic, fat, and slapped like a bitch. However Bobby had passion, he had more reason than anyone to want to kick my ass. I broke the poor kids nose for being a dick to my 1st grade crush. .Laurie "She moved to Igan" Shadey. Without fail these 2 would be laying in wait somewhere every day after school for me to head home and as soon as I was off school grounds they would of course try and ambush me. It never worked. Needless to say I was quite surprised that as I climbed as I had daily into my snipers perch tree house to get a nice little reminder to never underestimate the power of the handicapped in the form of a sneaker to the face as my head popped into view of the tree house door. Now I don't mind heights whatsoever it's that falling shit I don't really care too much for and this was no fun fall. I'm certain I'd hit every branch on that tree on the way down to of course the wonderfully unforgiving ground. The impact definitely stunned me which was most likely for the best really. I heard the laughing from above with as much reverb as the Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower guitar solo has. It was pretty weird. Laying there stunned I could see Brad's fat ass coming out the tree house door and watching him try to get footing was quite a site. He was afraid of heights I'd known this for quite some time, but the hate and determination compelled him to great heights indeed.. so high in fact he died from a crack overdose in 94. Good things come to those who deserve them. As he climbed down the branches I could hear them snapping and crunching almost more noise than my skinny ass falling thru them. I waited patiently as I really had no choice I couldn't move at this point, and watched as Bobby, Tommy ,Steve and Steven (yes they were adamant about that too) came climbing out of the tree house to join in the "Let's kick Rob's ass" party. Ok I started to get pretty worried. Amazing Grace.... Brad had made it to the ground amazingly, and had now directed his attention in my direction. I could see the look in his eyes and it reminded me of Wiley E. Coyote just before he was gonna chow down on the good ol' Roadrunner. The rest of the entourage making their way down to join him. I'd gotten my breath back about the time Brad was 2 steps away.. story of my life. As I scurried to get to my feet it was a pretty well placed kick to the head that knocked me for a little spin. I don't really get angry often anymore and with good reason. That kick to the head was just "it". This daily crap routine of fighting my way home each day was going to come to a serious halt today and I didn't care how. I grabbed a chunk of branch that was quite available next to me and somehow managed to get to my feet while Brad had his back turned laughing at the fact he was "winning" the fight. The look on Bobby and Tommy's faces tied for most shocked look of all time as Brad turned around questioning why they looked shocked he received a full force blow to the face with this rather sturdy branch. Brad was now out of view. Bobby and Tommy were next. Bobby of course driven by passion proceeded to wet his pants as I ran at him screaming "I'm gonna kill you mother fuckers once and for all". Tommy, Mike, Steve and Steven promptly fled. I felt no pity as I blasted Bobby in the face with the branch, once again splattering his now twice autographed nose against his face. He went down sobbing. I stood above both Brad and Bobby laying side by side with the branch posed for the final series of blows. As Bobby sobbed and smeared blood all over himself in an attempt to clear his vision and Brad lay motionless I decided to take Bobby out once and for all. I raised that branch and with every ounce of hatred and contempt I let my rage loose. The branch wouldn't fall. I tried harder to deal that final blow not thinking but simply in a rage but the branch would not fall the final blow. At this point logic set in that something had trapped the branch and all I had to do was simply free it. I turned to find the branch had indeed been trapped, in mid air. This of course slightly subdued my rage and gave Brad and Bobby a reprieve from death. I'd let go of the branch and it fell to the ground as if it was now ok to do so. At that point I got a chill throughout my body as if I'd just dropped my body temperature 50 degrees. Talk about hot to cold. It creeped me out. There was this feeling of being part of something "bigger" at that moment and I left Bobby and Brad to their ends. I heard Bobby was shot in Iraq in Desert Storm. Hopefully he met his fate happy. It may have been the adrenaline or the realization that something was going on around me that I'd never experienced before or both, but I stood there shaking uncontrollably both in fear and in anger with this feeling that there was definitely "something" else present. There was a sudden flood of emotions I had no reason at all to feel. Sorrow, loathing, depression that my mindset had now changed focus from Executioner to unsuspecting victim of some ghostly threat. As I crossed the playing field at a new all time speed record I never looked back. I never went back to the tree house nor did I ever have problems after school. The first encounter with the paranormal in my history of it was indeed a life changing moment. Nothing was the same after that.
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