You can see them at night sometimes...I have; out of the corner of my eye where the sense of movement and light is more developed. During the day, when the light of the sun warms and spreads life to all but the darkest places, it's embarrassing that such a dream could scare me like that. Still, at night, when the feel of the day has gone it's real again and I'm certain it's no dream.
I've always been drawn to the night -- maybe the same force that pulls the ocean towards the harbor also pulls me -- maybe it's something darker. I first noticed them three weeks ago when I was navigating through the fields that lay either side of Old 450 somewhere between two and three A.M. I saw them standing there in the fields -- there must have been six or seven just standing there. Dark pillars of men, women, and children rising out of the shadows, no -- maybe coalesce from that dark ether. I thought at first there was some play of light and composition which lent the opportunity for the dark things my mind to manifest. The more I directed my attention, however, the more real they seemed. My God they were there -- do you believe me? They were just standing there -- maybe they were moving so slow that I couldn't discern from my window as I drove down that road. A sense of terror pressed my foot against the accelerator.
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