Sani slowly peeled the bedcovers back in the total darkness, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. Placing one foot, and then the other, on the
cold hardwood floor, she slipped out of bed, silently making her way to the bedroom door, down the stairs, and to the small workspace in the kitchen,
where her laptop continued to caste a deep blue glow across the room.
After moving a small wooden stool before the counter and positioning her laptop for comfort, Sani began rapidly typing the url of the message board
she had seen by happenstance months earlier, when searching for something to help her with one of her diseased azaleas. Hitting the enter key, she
waited briefly for the page to appear in an explosion of color and text.
Logging in, she immediately checked the status of the post she had placed earlier in the day.
posted on 28-7-2005 at 02:14 AM Post Number: 959952 (post id: 980646)
Learned Something by Mistake
This is my first post. While I've been visiting for some time, I had to be sure this was the right place to ask a very important question. I hope I
can trust you to help me. I'm really scared and think I might be in serious trouble.
This is somewhat complicated, and might not make much sense, but I learned something I think I shouldn't have. My neighbor and husband work for the
same company. They often visit with one another after hours and continue discussing business either in my husband's study or at my neighbor's house.
A few months ago, my neighbor came over in a panicked state, and my husband and he immediately went to the study and closed the door. I could hear
raised voices, but not what they were saying. Later when I asked my husband about it, all he would say is that John (not his real name) was upset
about a 'deal gone wrong'.
I know my husband, and I think I know John pretty well too. My husband can hide when he's worried, but John sounded absolutely scared! It was really
Anyway, I didn't give it much more thought until the next day, when I was looking through my bedroom window and saw John loading several suitcases
into the trunk of his car, and hurrying his family to take their seats inside. I know John's wife, Jeannie (also not her real name), and she never
mentioned they would be leaving for a family trip.
My husband and I have known John and Jeannie for years. We often look after each other's home when one of our families is away, watering plants,
bringing in the mail and feeding fish or gerbils or whatever pets our children have at the time. In fact, this has been so common over the years, that
we each just keep keys to the other's home.
When I realized they were about to leave, I tried to hurry out of the house to speak to them, but it was too late. John was already speeding past my
home, before I made it to my front lawn.
I was real worried for them. It looked like there must have been some sort of family emergency. Thinking that Jeannie might have left me a note, I
immediately grabbed the key to their home and went inside to take a look.
What I saw really sacred me! There was no note, but almost everything in the house was in disarray. Jeannie keeps a VERY clean home, but what I saw
that day were open drawers and articles of clothing everywhere about in the bedrooms. Papers were also thrown everywhere in the study. Dishes from
breakfast-barely touched- were still on the table. Even the coffee pot was still on!
On my way out, I noticed a single sheet of paper tucked under a small rose bush by the front entrance way. It looked like John might have dropped it
in haste on his way out the door. Picking it up, I noticed it was PAGE 2 of a document from the company my husband and John work for. What I saw
shocked me more than my own mother's death.
I'm afraid to give any details now. But I can say, that if what I read is true, we are all in serious trouble. I mean everyone in this country and
others! I'm so afraid by what I've read in that one page that I haven't even told my husband about it yet.
All I can tell you is that I don't know what to do with what I know. I'm paralyzed by fear!
Someone, please help me think this one through!
[edit on 2005/7/28 by ScaredGal]
Sani scrolled down to read several responses to her post. Most pressed for more information. Some said, that if what she had was really that
important, she should bring the matter to law enforcement or the media. A few, impolitely, suggested she seek psychiatric help.
Sani read several times each serious reply and contemplated the thin advice offered. She knew if she were going to get real help, she would have to
say more. Sighing deeply, she clicked on the 'Reply' button to her post and began to type.
Within seconds, the kitchen lights flicked on and flooded the room with offending brightness.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
Sani's heart pounded in her chest, but she responded naturally to the question. "I'm just checking email," she said, shutting down the browser
before her husband could see more clearly that she was not reviewing email.
"I thought I heard you wake up. What's wrong? Couldn't you sleep?" he said, moving towards the refrigerator, opening it, and retrieving a carton
of orange juice.
"I needed something to drink, too," she replied as naturally as possible.
"Where's your glass?" he gestured with the carton of orange juice. "I'll pour you another one."
Sani looked to her small workspace. "I already put that one in the dishwasher, you can get me another glass."
Sani's husband pulled two glasses from a kitchen cabinet and began pouring the juice. "So, anything new?"
"Your email," he said pointing to Sani's open laptop. "Anything interesting?" he said, as he handed Sani a glass of orange juice.
Sani glanced quickly at the screen, relieved that the browser had in fact closed. "No," she said, "I was hoping my sister had sent something. But,
she didn't." Sani took a quick drink from her glass.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Sani's husband said, as he moved closer to her.
"Last November, in New York. Why?"
"That's right. That was a while ago," he said, with uncharacteristic concern. "Maybe you should think of visiting her again. Maybe even this next
week, if you want to."
Sani downed the rest of her juice. "Next week?"
"Sure. I'm going to be pretty busy, and the kids would like the trip. Why don't you give her a call tomorrow?"
Sani's heart began to pound again. "I don't know," she said, standing up and drinking the last of her juice. Maybe she should go, forget about
everything, and pretend nothing happened. But, she couldn't ignore the horrible truth.
"You'll love it," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "I might even join you over the weekend," he said smiling, as he took Sani's glass from
her and moved towards the dishwasher.
"I need to think about it," said Sani, rubbing her forehead and trying to keep at bay the torrent of confusing and painful thoughts assaulting her
"You should really go. It would be great for you and the kids to get out of here for a change," he said, as he opened the dishwasher door.
"Maybe. Like I said, I'll think about it."
Sani's husband turned to watch his wife begin to make her way back upstairs. "Hey," he said with surprise, "the dishes in here are clean."
"I know," said Sani in her tired voice. "Just leave the glasses in the sink. I'll take care of them in the morning."
Sani's husband coldly stared at his wife as she continued up the stairs to their bedroom.
[edit on 25-9-2005 by loam]