posted on Sep, 7 2018 @ 09:33 AM
Continued from above.
Of course I called the police but instead of getting one of our usual town deputies on the phone, the call automatically diverted to a voice who
identified itself as belonging to federal law enforcement. building. The person on the phone hardly let me say two words before interrupting.
They said wait there our people will be right over and so I waited. I did not have to wait long because five minutes later where I am sitting on the
porch getting myself some fresh air trying to think; when an ominous looking dark cadellic pulls up in front of the Motel. There from which steps out
a man dressed in military uniforms followed by two other guys dressed in dark suits; wearing black hats and dark glasses. They walk up to me and the
uniform addresses me directly "where is he?" and I replied meekly "hes gone, checked out a few hours ago".
Its then their mood becomes threatening and menacing " if your harbouring a criminal then you will an accomplice to a crime of national security
I defended myself by reminding them it was I who called them to notify he had left a mummified corpse in his room. These strange dark suited men then
looked at each-other and nodded. Then one looks back at me and asks "was this man holding an templars challice in his possession?".
I was about to answer when just then I was distracted by the sound of my mother's car honking its horn; she had returned from her business trip and I
could see her hand out of the windowing waving at me. When I turned back around all the three men had vanished and there was neither no sign of their
cadellic. I asked my mother did she see the men and she said what men and declared " I only could see you talking to yourself".
John my friend, you may think by now I am going mad, but i tell you my friend I am not! I can prove it to. I did not dare explain these events to my
mother because she is a very devote in Catholic religous belief and goes to church every Sunday morning. If I were to try and explain this episode of
high strangeness she would surely be grabbing me by arm and hauling me to the parish in a panic. There crying her daughter is possessed by a devil. I
therefore decided I will not say a word of the events which occurred and would focus my efforts to writing this letter to you.
I cant explain any more now; i am very tired and at the time of writing this letter i can barely keep my eyes open. I have not had a decent sleep for
three days now. In fact its my hope I will wake after a good sleep to find I dreamed all this. If not then hopefully the slumber will of made me
resistant to a dreadful thought. That of the the strange men in the cadellic returning. I am however so tired now and will finish this letter and give
it to the postman who has arrived.
Ps. I know you have your own problems to deal with there, which are infinitely if not greater than what I have confided to you in my story. It escapes
me however who else I can feel trust to tell this story to and no longer even able to dwell on that insecurity.
You good friend Alice.
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