"SIX MONTHS AGO......."
Six months ago the world changed forever.
Odd that I still track the days and months, as if nothing has changed. It means nothing now, just as the hour means nothing.
There was a time when it meant so much to so many, but we found now time is fleeting and it’s just a way to measure the distance to what could be the end.
In reality the world changed many more than six months ago. For many it was closer to twenty-four months. Some knew of the possibility that the end could happen and more choose just to ignore the possibility, maybe out of arrogance or maybe out of fear.
I remember a little of the first time I heard of comet C/2012 SI ISON. It was a quick little promo of sorts on one of the national news stations. “When the comet approaches earth it will be brighter than the moon and be visible during the day” is what he said. “We will be there to keep you updated and provide you views of the great event”. I wonder where he is now.
As the time came closer and it was a small dot of light, the stories began to come out. One doomsayer after another saying God was going to smite the world. Others saying the governments know the truth but are afraid to tell the people. Amateur astronomers saying that a near miss if not direct hit was all but certain.
But the professionals always debunked these claims with facts that only they understood. “Trust us”, they said. “We have nothing to worry about, sit back and watch the show”.
Where are they now, and how much did they really know or suspect?
The greedy were ready to play on the fears, real or not. Many people were sold back yard shelters and some went deep in the woods to construct their own as if the woods were some kind of protection.
I’m sure there are many who prepared quite well with their shelters buried deep in the ground. How long can they last? How many have they killed in defense of their little piece of paradise lost? Luckily I had never run into any or trespassed on what they still considered their land.
How many survive at places like NORAD and other deep military bunkers? How many survived outside the bunkers, on their own? Enough to rebuild, enough to start over? Probably, assuming there is even the possibility of starting over.
There are many questions that may never be answered, at least not by me. Does it even really matter? We may know soon, but nothing is ever certain.
The sky that can be seen now at times is very different. The moon looks like it comes and goes; the sun and the stars appear out of place.
It’s almost summer here in the north but it feels more like early spring.
What must it be like in what’s remaining of the southern hemisphere where the comet glanced and actually scooped out part of the earth?
I have not met anyone who knows for sure, not even those I am with now. The reports that came in before all went nuts, didn’t know for sure. Most satellites were down, blinded by the pulse the comet caused as it entered our atmosphere.
There have been many earthquakes here in what was once the backcountry of Ohio. Sometimes three or four tremors a day can be felt, but they seem to getting less as the weeks go on.
I don’t know if this area had many quakes in the past since I was an east coast Philly and Jersey boy for many years. I moved inland away from the coast when we started to realize the truth.
Many left the coast, as they were afraid of large tidal waves sweeping across the land from the oceans of the world.
I had heard stories from people I encountered in my travels, but most sounded just like that, stories. I doubted anyone actually witnessed anything that they lived to tell about. Only some of us who now survive have seen second hand, some of the truth.
Yes, six months today, I wonder if any of us will make it to a year. Will I even be keeping track if I am still alive.
Six months ago the world changed forever.Odd that I still track the days and months, as if nothing has changed. It means nothing now, just as the hour means nothing.
There was a time when it meant so much to so many, but we found now time is fleeting and it’s just a way to measure the distance to what could be the end.
In reality the world changed many more than six months ago. For many it was closer to twenty-four months. Some knew of the possibility that the end could happen and more choose just to ignore the possibility, maybe out of arrogance or maybe out of fear.
I remember a little of the first time I heard of comet C/2012 SI ISON. It was a quick little promo of sorts on one of the national news stations. “When the comet approaches earth it will be brighter than the moon and be visible during the day” is what he said. “We will be there to keep you updated and provide you views of the great event”. I wonder where he is now.
As the time came closer and it was a small dot of light, the stories began to come out. One doomsayer after another saying God was going to smite the world. Others saying the governments know the truth but are afraid to tell the people. Amateur astronomers saying that a near miss if not direct hit was all but certain.
But the professionals always debunked these claims with facts that only they understood. “Trust us”, they said. “We have nothing to worry about, sit back and watch the show”.
Where are they now, and how much did they really know or suspect?
The greedy were ready to play on the fears, real or not. Many people were sold back yard shelters and some went deep in the woods to construct their own as if the woods were some kind of protection.
I’m sure there are many who prepared quite well with their shelters buried deep in the ground. How long can they last? How many have they killed in defense of their little piece of paradise lost? Luckily I had never run into any or trespassed on what they still considered their land.
How many survive at places like NORAD and other deep military bunkers? How many survived outside the bunkers, on their own? Enough to rebuild, enough to start over? Probably, assuming there is even the possibility of starting over.
There are many questions that may never be answered, at least not by me. Does it even really matter? We may know soon, but nothing is ever certain.
The sky that can be seen now at times is very different. The moon looks like it comes and goes; the sun and the stars appear out of place.
It’s almost summer here in the north but it feels more like early spring.
What must it be like in what’s remaining of the southern hemisphere where the comet glanced and actually scooped out part of the earth?
I have not met anyone who knows for sure, not even those I am with now. The reports that came in before all went nuts, didn’t know for sure. Most satellites were down, blinded by the pulse the comet caused as it entered our atmosphere.
There have been many earthquakes here in what was once the backcountry of Ohio. Sometimes three or four tremors a day can be felt, but they seem to getting less as the weeks go on.
I don’t know if this area had many quakes in the past since I was an east coast Philly and Jersey boy for many years. I moved inland away from the coast when we started to realize the truth.
Many left the coast, as they were afraid of large tidal waves sweeping across the land from the oceans of the world.
I had heard stories from people I encountered in my travels, but most sounded just like that, stories. I doubted anyone actually witnessed anything that they lived to tell about. Only some of us who now survive have seen second hand, some of the truth.
Yes, six months today, I wonder if any of us will make it to a year. Will I even be keeping track if I am still alive.
Hello, My Name Is John
I must stop here and beg your forgiveness. I am rambling along and I have not yet introduced myself.
My name is John Desmond Hackley, formally of what was once known as Burlington, New Jersey in the great country that was the United States of America. As I have eluded too earlier, I was born and raised for the first twenty-four years of my life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. All meaningless now in this year 1 AC (After Comet).
I was sort of named after my mother’s father. My grandfather’s name was Jacob, but my mother opted for John instead. My parents were both big Beatles fans and liked the name Desmond. What I wouldn’t give to have a barrel full of anything and a marketplace to visit right now.
I was raised in a good Catholic family and went through twelve years of Catholic education. I have to wonder why God, if he exists, would bring this down upon us? Were we that evil and deserving of such a punishment?
Truth be told, when I think back of before the comet, I think maybe we were. It’s possible the universe would be better off without us.
I was living in a home with my soon to be wife, Cheryl, dreaming of the life we were going to start together. We had a nice new home and we both had good jobs. I am, was, an Industrial Engineer, and my fiancée worked for a bank in Pennsylvania.
I guess I should have known it was too good to last.
About six months before the comet’s coming, the news was starting to spread that this might be far more than a good show. The trajectory of the comet was not as predicted. Being new to the earth, the scientist had no idea what the comet was made of, or even if it was a traditional mostly snow ball like object.
It became clear as the ice was ripped away by the sun, that this comet held a destructive secret inside. It was measured as around the size of Lake Ponchitrain in Louisiana. And it was coming right at us, sort of. Eventually it was realized that the angle of the comet would cause it to miss us or give a glancing blow to our earth, and not a full on impact.
A full on impact would have been sudden death for much of the earth with the earth totally barren long before the six months that have since past. With this new information, it was thought we might be okay after all.
Unfortunately that news was too late to save my fiancée. She left me a note saying she was so sorry but she was not brave and could not bare waiting day by day for her death to come. I found her sitting in a chair on our porch. The police did not know where she could have gotten the poison she took, but we had our suspicions. Like I said, maybe the universe is better without us.
With Cheryl gone I was alone in the world, such as it was. With the impending doom, the world went down hill quickly. Many stopped working so they could stay home and pray, while others went around raping and destroying all they could lay their hands on. The human race at it’s lowest. What was the point? If the world were to end, the money and jewels would mean nothing.
Was it okay to rape and torture just because you could get away with it, while the law was busy with the looters and while everyone was concerned only for themselves?
As I said, “I was alone in the world”. My parents had died a few years earlier and I was an only child. Cheryl was the best thing I had in my life, and with her gone I almost wished some thug would just kill me so I could be at peace.
As the comet drew closer many scientist were again concerned. The comet could fly by a few miles above our outer atmosphere or it could be dragged down into our atmosphere and brush across the land and be like a tiny moon burning around our globe.
All they knew for certain was that the biggest effects would be felt in the southern hemisphere and possibly along all the coastlines of the world.
Not knowing what to expect and with nothing keeping me in New Jersey I headed west. That was two months before the coming.
I must stop here and beg your forgiveness. I am rambling along and I have not yet introduced myself.
My name is John Desmond Hackley, formally of what was once known as Burlington, New Jersey in the great country that was the United States of America. As I have eluded too earlier, I was born and raised for the first twenty-four years of my life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. All meaningless now in this year 1 AC (After Comet).
I was sort of named after my mother’s father. My grandfather’s name was Jacob, but my mother opted for John instead. My parents were both big Beatles fans and liked the name Desmond. What I wouldn’t give to have a barrel full of anything and a marketplace to visit right now.
I was raised in a good Catholic family and went through twelve years of Catholic education. I have to wonder why God, if he exists, would bring this down upon us? Were we that evil and deserving of such a punishment?
Truth be told, when I think back of before the comet, I think maybe we were. It’s possible the universe would be better off without us.
I was living in a home with my soon to be wife, Cheryl, dreaming of the life we were going to start together. We had a nice new home and we both had good jobs. I am, was, an Industrial Engineer, and my fiancée worked for a bank in Pennsylvania.
I guess I should have known it was too good to last.
About six months before the comet’s coming, the news was starting to spread that this might be far more than a good show. The trajectory of the comet was not as predicted. Being new to the earth, the scientist had no idea what the comet was made of, or even if it was a traditional mostly snow ball like object.
It became clear as the ice was ripped away by the sun, that this comet held a destructive secret inside. It was measured as around the size of Lake Ponchitrain in Louisiana. And it was coming right at us, sort of. Eventually it was realized that the angle of the comet would cause it to miss us or give a glancing blow to our earth, and not a full on impact.
A full on impact would have been sudden death for much of the earth with the earth totally barren long before the six months that have since past. With this new information, it was thought we might be okay after all.
Unfortunately that news was too late to save my fiancée. She left me a note saying she was so sorry but she was not brave and could not bare waiting day by day for her death to come. I found her sitting in a chair on our porch. The police did not know where she could have gotten the poison she took, but we had our suspicions. Like I said, maybe the universe is better without us.
With Cheryl gone I was alone in the world, such as it was. With the impending doom, the world went down hill quickly. Many stopped working so they could stay home and pray, while others went around raping and destroying all they could lay their hands on. The human race at it’s lowest. What was the point? If the world were to end, the money and jewels would mean nothing.
Was it okay to rape and torture just because you could get away with it, while the law was busy with the looters and while everyone was concerned only for themselves?
As I said, “I was alone in the world”. My parents had died a few years earlier and I was an only child. Cheryl was the best thing I had in my life, and with her gone I almost wished some thug would just kill me so I could be at peace.
As the comet drew closer many scientist were again concerned. The comet could fly by a few miles above our outer atmosphere or it could be dragged down into our atmosphere and brush across the land and be like a tiny moon burning around our globe.
All they knew for certain was that the biggest effects would be felt in the southern hemisphere and possibly along all the coastlines of the world.
Not knowing what to expect and with nothing keeping me in New Jersey I headed west. That was two months before the coming.
The Day of the Comet (November 18th)
What actually happened I didn’t know at the time, but from the amount of debris in the air, the earthquakes and the strange realignment of the moon and stars, I later felt it was more than a glancing blow.
I think it may have been better if we were hit dead on, so to speak. I would most likely be dead now and with my love. I don’t have it in me to take her way out.
The day the comet was to strike or pass by, it was warm for the month of November, a very cloudy and rainy day, as if the earth was in mourning of the coming death and destruction. I was not sure of the exact time it was due and decided I would just sit in a gazebo in a nice little park I found here in Bessemer, a small town just East of the Ohio border, and near New Castle, Pennsylvania. The park was empty except for a few squirrels eating and playing in the trees.
The houses that were undamaged from the riots and looting were mostly quiet. I could see light in some and I could imagine the scene of families huddled together. I wondered how many had taken Cheryl’s was out today or the days and weeks prior.
There were no Thanksgiving decorations or early Christmas lights in town or anywhere else along my travels. People were scared and in no mood for festivities. The present the universe was sending was not wanted or appreciated.
Late in the afternoon was when I believed it happened. The birds flew out of the trees and there was a rumbling that seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere. I felt slightly dizzy as if the earth had moved under my feet. Usually it took a few drinks to have that feeling.
I was wondering if I was far enough from the coast to avoid any tidal waves, part caring and part not. I didn’t know what to expect and found I was holding my breath waiting for what I did not know.
There were more tremors in the earth and a lot of noise from flocks of birds flying in all directions at once. The squirrels that had been playing had run into the trees and had not been seen since. I could also hear many dogs barking around the area and in the distance. Eventually I realized nothing else was going to happen now; the earth was not going to swallow me whole and the ocean was probably not speeding toward me.
I heard stories later that large waves did destroy New York City, Washington, Baltimore and probably Philadelphia. Any city close to the coast or near a river close to the coast, I thought was probably gone. I had even heard that the Susquehanna River rose over 30 feet around Harrisburg. I have recently seen images showing evidence of how bad it actually was. Had I not went west, I would now be dead.
The next day the sun was out but sunrise and sunset did not seam quite right to me. And when the moon came up it wasn’t near where it had come up just two days earlier.
The sky that day was mostly clear but there did appear to be a light haze in the air, and the sunrise and sunsets where much more colorful than usual.
A few days later, on what would have been Thanksgiving, things really began to change. The sky was dark and it wasn’t from normal looking clouds. It was as if there was a blanket over every thing blocking out the sunlight. The moon and the stars were totally gone. Six months later the skies are clearer at times and even the stars are occasionally visible through the haze.
Another thing that I noticed in the first few days after the comet was that the air seemed to be thinner, as if some of our atmosphere was ripped away or thrown into space. Too much exertion caused me to feel light headed and I had more headaches than ever before. There was a constant wind that at times became very strong, blowing towards the south.
What actually happened I didn’t know at the time, but from the amount of debris in the air, the earthquakes and the strange realignment of the moon and stars, I later felt it was more than a glancing blow.
I think it may have been better if we were hit dead on, so to speak. I would most likely be dead now and with my love. I don’t have it in me to take her way out.
The day the comet was to strike or pass by, it was warm for the month of November, a very cloudy and rainy day, as if the earth was in mourning of the coming death and destruction. I was not sure of the exact time it was due and decided I would just sit in a gazebo in a nice little park I found here in Bessemer, a small town just East of the Ohio border, and near New Castle, Pennsylvania. The park was empty except for a few squirrels eating and playing in the trees.
The houses that were undamaged from the riots and looting were mostly quiet. I could see light in some and I could imagine the scene of families huddled together. I wondered how many had taken Cheryl’s was out today or the days and weeks prior.
There were no Thanksgiving decorations or early Christmas lights in town or anywhere else along my travels. People were scared and in no mood for festivities. The present the universe was sending was not wanted or appreciated.
Late in the afternoon was when I believed it happened. The birds flew out of the trees and there was a rumbling that seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere. I felt slightly dizzy as if the earth had moved under my feet. Usually it took a few drinks to have that feeling.
I was wondering if I was far enough from the coast to avoid any tidal waves, part caring and part not. I didn’t know what to expect and found I was holding my breath waiting for what I did not know.
There were more tremors in the earth and a lot of noise from flocks of birds flying in all directions at once. The squirrels that had been playing had run into the trees and had not been seen since. I could also hear many dogs barking around the area and in the distance. Eventually I realized nothing else was going to happen now; the earth was not going to swallow me whole and the ocean was probably not speeding toward me.
I heard stories later that large waves did destroy New York City, Washington, Baltimore and probably Philadelphia. Any city close to the coast or near a river close to the coast, I thought was probably gone. I had even heard that the Susquehanna River rose over 30 feet around Harrisburg. I have recently seen images showing evidence of how bad it actually was. Had I not went west, I would now be dead.
The next day the sun was out but sunrise and sunset did not seam quite right to me. And when the moon came up it wasn’t near where it had come up just two days earlier.
The sky that day was mostly clear but there did appear to be a light haze in the air, and the sunrise and sunsets where much more colorful than usual.
A few days later, on what would have been Thanksgiving, things really began to change. The sky was dark and it wasn’t from normal looking clouds. It was as if there was a blanket over every thing blocking out the sunlight. The moon and the stars were totally gone. Six months later the skies are clearer at times and even the stars are occasionally visible through the haze.
Another thing that I noticed in the first few days after the comet was that the air seemed to be thinner, as if some of our atmosphere was ripped away or thrown into space. Too much exertion caused me to feel light headed and I had more headaches than ever before. There was a constant wind that at times became very strong, blowing towards the south.
My Travels Westward
I stayed around Bessemer for about six weeks after the events of that day. I was offered shelter from the cold, as well as food and water by those who were still around in their houses, and I was tempted to stay longer, but I became restless. I just didn’t feel that I could sit around to see what was going to happen next.
Since the world did not end that day some people began to try and find some kind of new normal life. I considered that a bit too optimistic considering the sky was still dark and the temperatures were dropping. The earthquakes were I thought a very bad sign even though they were mild. Having so many quakes was not normal for this area.
I decided to continue west for no other reason then that’s where I had been going. I ventured more to the south to stay away from Youngstown. Even small cities were a dangerous place to be since the comet. I felt better in the countryside where people were mostly better and peaceful. I met a few people on my way. Some were going east to find family and some going south to get away from the cold. I should have gone more toward the south considering the temperatures but then I would not be here to know the horrors of that day. Maybe that would have been better.
Nobody had any definite information, just theories on what had happened. A few people had battery powered radios but there was nothing but static.
I passed through a few towns where I was told in no certain terms that I was not wanted and I should keep moving on. In other towns it was like a police state, and in some it was pure anarchy.
At one point I came to a town being controlled by a National Guard troop. They were doing their best to keep order and keep out troublemakers. They were hoping to hear something from the government, but even their radios were full of static. One of the guardsmen was sure the static was because of the effect of the comet and not that government was gone. I would find he was partly correct.
I was not in any hurry to go nowhere so I stayed in some of the friendlier towns a few days at most. After a few days I always felt like it was time to move on. Even the small towns were starting to fall into anarchy, and some no longer felt safe.
It had been over four months since the comet, and I learned it was better to stick to the main roads. Animals that had once been pets were roaming around and some were near starvation. A couple of times during my journey I had to fight off or scare away hungry dogs.
Wolves and other predators must have realized that something had changed. They were much more brazen and willing to be out in the open. I had not yet had a problem with any wolves, but I was always sure to have some kind of shelter every night.
I had been walking along route 39 in Ohio for a few days. I passed through a town called Rockford, which was little more than a post office and general store. I didn’t see anybody in the area; in fact I had not seen anyone for a couple of days.
Meeting people in my travels was not something I looked forward too anymore. You would think I would long for the company, but nowadays, you never knew what to expect.
Even someone traveling with children, was not above pulling a gun and demanding food, water or clothes. Usually if I heard someone ahead or heard a car, I would duck into the woods until they passed.
A day after I passed Rockford I came upon a sign that said,”3 miles to Roswell.” This was certainly not New Mexico, but the name made me think of the days when the worst thing that the world thought could happen to it was a nuclear war. Many scientists had expected the conditions would be the same if comet hit dead on, but that seemed to not be the case. Although the sky was still not usually clear and the temperatures seemed lower than any normal winter, it was not the nuclear winter we always heard about.
I stayed around Bessemer for about six weeks after the events of that day. I was offered shelter from the cold, as well as food and water by those who were still around in their houses, and I was tempted to stay longer, but I became restless. I just didn’t feel that I could sit around to see what was going to happen next.
Since the world did not end that day some people began to try and find some kind of new normal life. I considered that a bit too optimistic considering the sky was still dark and the temperatures were dropping. The earthquakes were I thought a very bad sign even though they were mild. Having so many quakes was not normal for this area.
I decided to continue west for no other reason then that’s where I had been going. I ventured more to the south to stay away from Youngstown. Even small cities were a dangerous place to be since the comet. I felt better in the countryside where people were mostly better and peaceful. I met a few people on my way. Some were going east to find family and some going south to get away from the cold. I should have gone more toward the south considering the temperatures but then I would not be here to know the horrors of that day. Maybe that would have been better.
Nobody had any definite information, just theories on what had happened. A few people had battery powered radios but there was nothing but static.
I passed through a few towns where I was told in no certain terms that I was not wanted and I should keep moving on. In other towns it was like a police state, and in some it was pure anarchy.
At one point I came to a town being controlled by a National Guard troop. They were doing their best to keep order and keep out troublemakers. They were hoping to hear something from the government, but even their radios were full of static. One of the guardsmen was sure the static was because of the effect of the comet and not that government was gone. I would find he was partly correct.
I was not in any hurry to go nowhere so I stayed in some of the friendlier towns a few days at most. After a few days I always felt like it was time to move on. Even the small towns were starting to fall into anarchy, and some no longer felt safe.
It had been over four months since the comet, and I learned it was better to stick to the main roads. Animals that had once been pets were roaming around and some were near starvation. A couple of times during my journey I had to fight off or scare away hungry dogs.
Wolves and other predators must have realized that something had changed. They were much more brazen and willing to be out in the open. I had not yet had a problem with any wolves, but I was always sure to have some kind of shelter every night.
I had been walking along route 39 in Ohio for a few days. I passed through a town called Rockford, which was little more than a post office and general store. I didn’t see anybody in the area; in fact I had not seen anyone for a couple of days.
Meeting people in my travels was not something I looked forward too anymore. You would think I would long for the company, but nowadays, you never knew what to expect.
Even someone traveling with children, was not above pulling a gun and demanding food, water or clothes. Usually if I heard someone ahead or heard a car, I would duck into the woods until they passed.
A day after I passed Rockford I came upon a sign that said,”3 miles to Roswell.” This was certainly not New Mexico, but the name made me think of the days when the worst thing that the world thought could happen to it was a nuclear war. Many scientists had expected the conditions would be the same if comet hit dead on, but that seemed to not be the case. Although the sky was still not usually clear and the temperatures seemed lower than any normal winter, it was not the nuclear winter we always heard about.
The Mansion in Roswell
Roswell was a small town with a central small country style downtown with single-family houses scattered around. Some were on what we use to call blocks but there were no Philly or Boston style row homes or as they more recently called them, Townhomes. It was probably a nice place to live and raise a family. Now, I saw many signs of conflict and looting. I passed a couple of bodies along the road. One was in what appeared to be a prison uniform.
On the far side of town, it seemed more preserved and less damaged. I saw no direct signs of people but the area seemed a bit cleaned up. I thought that was odd, but who knows what it was like here after impact. I did hear what I thought was some conversation, and I felt like I was being watched.
I needed a safe place for the night and after walking about a half hour out of town, I saw a rather large house down a dead end street that looked abandoned. As I approached the house, I again felt like I was being watched. I’m not usually one to have such feelings, and maybe it was the oddness of the area, but I felt nervous.
As I approached the house, I noticed it looked cleaned up and taken care of, as if someone was living there. It looked abandoned only because of all the brush and bushes allowed to grow up in front of it, partially blocking the view from the main road. I then noticed an unusual amount of satellite dishes on the roof that had been hidden from view farther down the road, and I noticed what looked like antennas of some sort hidden in the trees.
I wanted to start walking another way but my curiosity got the better of me. As I approached, I still did not see any human activity, but a squirrel was digging in some trash from a can that fell over. A can with fresh trash? Just as that thought was entering my mind, I was grabbed from behind; everything went black and next woke up in a bed feeling drugged.
Roswell was a small town with a central small country style downtown with single-family houses scattered around. Some were on what we use to call blocks but there were no Philly or Boston style row homes or as they more recently called them, Townhomes. It was probably a nice place to live and raise a family. Now, I saw many signs of conflict and looting. I passed a couple of bodies along the road. One was in what appeared to be a prison uniform.
On the far side of town, it seemed more preserved and less damaged. I saw no direct signs of people but the area seemed a bit cleaned up. I thought that was odd, but who knows what it was like here after impact. I did hear what I thought was some conversation, and I felt like I was being watched.
I needed a safe place for the night and after walking about a half hour out of town, I saw a rather large house down a dead end street that looked abandoned. As I approached the house, I again felt like I was being watched. I’m not usually one to have such feelings, and maybe it was the oddness of the area, but I felt nervous.
As I approached the house, I noticed it looked cleaned up and taken care of, as if someone was living there. It looked abandoned only because of all the brush and bushes allowed to grow up in front of it, partially blocking the view from the main road. I then noticed an unusual amount of satellite dishes on the roof that had been hidden from view farther down the road, and I noticed what looked like antennas of some sort hidden in the trees.
I wanted to start walking another way but my curiosity got the better of me. As I approached, I still did not see any human activity, but a squirrel was digging in some trash from a can that fell over. A can with fresh trash? Just as that thought was entering my mind, I was grabbed from behind; everything went black and next woke up in a bed feeling drugged.
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It is from that house, I now call The Mansion in Roswell that I write these words that probably no one will ever read.
This is now my diary or journal. What it’s really called probably doesn’t matter. It’s my words of how the world… changed or possibly, came to end, as we know it. That statement may be premature, but before I get to that, I should finish detailing the events that led to this day.
This is now my diary or journal. What it’s really called probably doesn’t matter. It’s my words of how the world… changed or possibly, came to end, as we know it. That statement may be premature, but before I get to that, I should finish detailing the events that led to this day.
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