posted on Jul, 2 2008 @ 01:01 PM
It was later than usual, when I finally came home to my apartment. Jeka my cat, was waiting at the front door - no doubt I had forgotten to feed
her...again. Poor soul, she deserves a better human than me.
I close and lock the door behind me, the Stranger from the Diner's voice rings in my ear. I have spoken with my fair share of Crazies - it's the
profession I'm in, but for some reason, this Stranger makes me want to hear more of his story. I double check that my windows are locked, and once
again run my fingers over the brass deadbolt on the door, so that I can have peace of mind.
I collapse at the Kitchen table, tired and worn out from the day that stretched out before me. I need a glass of wine, while I re-trace the steps of
the evening. My cupboards are bare, except for the cat food on one shelf, a a bottle of Merlot on the other -- I should do some shopping. I search
for a wine glass and find one above the fridge. The red wine hits the glass with fluid motion; it swirls, and it splashes.
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"Ma'am, Don't. Don't call them. You should really come with me." Said the Stranger with increddible strength. His hand on my shoulder made me
shift uneasily in my booth seat and the red vinyl cracked as I leaned towards the window.
"Umm..why should I do that? I don't know you? And you just put a person through that window!!" I reached for my cell phone again but his hand
stopped me.
"You don't understand, they're already on their way. They don't need you to call, you really should get out of here though. Whether if its with
me, or on your own, you need to leave."
"I-I don't understand? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Just come with me."
"I don't go anywhere with strangers."
"Well then you can just wait for them if you want, but I guarantee the things they can do to you won't be pleasant."
Hesitantly I stood up and walked towards the door, catching the gaze of a man who was standing near the counter. He looked as though he should work
on Wall Street; with his black tie, briefcase, and blue-tooth headset. His face was expressionless, he didn't say anything. He watched me walk out
the door, it gave me the chills. The other people in the Diner had congregated to the far end, away from the broken glass, as the stranger and I
slipped out the front door.
We walked a few blocks, zigzagging through the alleyways until we reached a Book Store. We crossed the aisles to the back of the book store, where i
welcomed the chair that was offered to me.
"You look like a smart woman, so I'm going to tell you something. I need you to listen, and not judge me. Believe me, I'm not crazy" His voice
whispered.
How many times had I heard that statement? Believe me, I'm not Crazy! At least twice a day. I generally disregard the statement, as it makes
me think people are trying to hard.
I nodd my head at the Stranger, encouraging him to tell me his story.
"I don't know what that was all about...throwing that guy through the window. I didn't mean for that to happen...but I think they've done
something to me. Look at me! Do I look like I could throw that guy through that window?"
"Do you think you could throw that guy out the window?"
"Don't analyze me."
"What did "THEY" do to you? Who are they."
"They are the people who sign your cheques. They are the people who take your taxes. They are the people, who don't want you to know that in this
day and age, they are conducting experiements on Humans. You thought Josef Mengele was bad in World War II? Forget him. He is nothing compared to
them. They make the rules, they break the rules."
"Do you have any physical proof of this? These kind of statments make you sound crazy. And not to mention we just fled the scene of a crime. I
don't need any felony's. I'm a Psychologist."
"You won't be charged with a felony...instead you'll probably be questioned about me. I need to leave again, I can't stay in one place. They're
going to find me. I have to go."
"Wait! You can't just leave me with a story like that, you need to give me proof!"
"I will, but I can't right now, I have to go. Be VERY careful! They know you were there - they're going to be watching you. Dont try to find me,
I'll contact you! Just forget about it until I find you again." With that, he ran out the door, leaving me in the bookstore to contemplate the
bazaar converation we had just had. It was time for me to go home.