stranger than dreaming
true story, still vivid:
I'm alone in my basement room, in the dark, watching Bones. Door is open because i need some ventilation (it gets hot from the xbox and PC running). My feet up, i'm in a dirty white t (which i change into for sleeping). tears running down my face as the episode of bones ends (The Girl With The Graft).
As soon as the first credit hits, a small hand taps me on the shoulder. wha!? i turn to see a small blonde boy standing next to me, drinking through a straw from a large white cup. He says "Hi." and goes back to drinking.
I stand up and wipe at my face. say something like "what you doing here in my room kid? Are we supposed to know you?" I'm ushering him out of my room, and he doesn't say anything. just follows me, looking around with curiosity.
I duck into my bathroom and wash my face quickly. As I usher him towards the stairs, he points to an old unplugged 10 inch tv in the corner and asks "Can i watch tv?" I say "NOPE. come on. come with me."
Atop the stairs is a second blonde kid, and the door is half open.
upstairs is dark. no jen or ian. And one of the kids says something about mom being in the backyard.
For some reason i figure he's the kid of a neighbor, who is in the back yard arguing with jenn or ian. I imagine them as a crazy redneck breed with no discipline, looking around for something to steal.
I start to walk out into the dark, but note that i have no shoes and that the kids aren't coming with me, and that they aren't closing the door. I wonder if cats have run off. I go back in and grab my shoes, now ignoring the kids who are looking around staring at things with bored curiosity.
Four people are standing around in the dark in the backyard.
and blah blah.
turns out i was crazy and totally off base. as usual. ian and jen are talking with a couple. they seem totally cool. the kids have been here multiple times before and nobody knew they'd wandered into the house. blah blah.
just documenting how weired out I was there for a bit. children of the damned invasion.
I'm alone in my basement room, in the dark, watching Bones. Door is open because i need some ventilation (it gets hot from the xbox and PC running). My feet up, i'm in a dirty white t (which i change into for sleeping). tears running down my face as the episode of bones ends (The Girl With The Graft).
As soon as the first credit hits, a small hand taps me on the shoulder. wha!? i turn to see a small blonde boy standing next to me, drinking through a straw from a large white cup. He says "Hi." and goes back to drinking.
I stand up and wipe at my face. say something like "what you doing here in my room kid? Are we supposed to know you?" I'm ushering him out of my room, and he doesn't say anything. just follows me, looking around with curiosity.
I duck into my bathroom and wash my face quickly. As I usher him towards the stairs, he points to an old unplugged 10 inch tv in the corner and asks "Can i watch tv?" I say "NOPE. come on. come with me."
Atop the stairs is a second blonde kid, and the door is half open.
upstairs is dark. no jen or ian. And one of the kids says something about mom being in the backyard.
For some reason i figure he's the kid of a neighbor, who is in the back yard arguing with jenn or ian. I imagine them as a crazy redneck breed with no discipline, looking around for something to steal.
I start to walk out into the dark, but note that i have no shoes and that the kids aren't coming with me, and that they aren't closing the door. I wonder if cats have run off. I go back in and grab my shoes, now ignoring the kids who are looking around staring at things with bored curiosity.
Four people are standing around in the dark in the backyard.
and blah blah.
turns out i was crazy and totally off base. as usual. ian and jen are talking with a couple. they seem totally cool. the kids have been here multiple times before and nobody knew they'd wandered into the house. blah blah.
just documenting how weired out I was there for a bit. children of the damned invasion.