I'm back (and I have company)
Hey everybody, sorry I haven’t been updating. I know there have been sightings in Germany, France, and Spain, and... honestly, where haven't there been sightings at this point? I haven’t had a chance to catch up with all of it yet. I got home to find my already abysmal connection gone, but I'm finally back online.
I had a delay on the way home as well and ended up staying the night somewhere in the middle of nowhere. There was an obstruction on the track, and they had to wait for daylight to remove it.
Weirdly, I couldn’t get anyone to tell me what was on the track. Could just be that my French is…well, it’s worse than my Italian, let’s just say that.
The strangeness of the past few days seemed to trail me all the way home. You know those memes about the imaginary guy in your brain doing parkour to amuse you when you were a kid driving with your parents? It felt like that—strangeness jumping over the buildings and scuttling over the power lines.
I couldn’t stop thinking about M and everyone back in the London “howlpack”, as they’d jokingly taken to calling themselves. I was supposed to get coffee with M before my train left on Friday evening, but she never showed up, and she didn’t answer her phone. And that’s fine, I guess—we weren’t besties or anything—but it still felt…strange. Less like I got stood up and more like something was wrong. I keep using that word, but there’s no other way to describe it.
It’s not that I think...
Okay, I know I’m not writing this in real-time, but I’m going to leave this trail-off here so you guys can accurately appreciate what happened at the exact moment I was writing that sentence.
Imagine a time-lapse of about two hours.
M came through my front door. She didn’t even knock. She just came in. She looked…rough. Like she’d been traveling for days. I basically shoved her into the shower as soon as she got here, and now she’s in my kitchen, ostensibly making tea but more likely breaking all my cups, judging from the noise.
I asked her how she found me, and she said I needed to be more careful with how I geo-tag my photos. Which is…creepy. And I guess a lesson in cyber-security, although I can’t figure out which photo she means.
When I said she could have just called me and asked for my address if she was planning to take a train across Europe to find me, she told me she’d lost her phone, and that this was just cooler, wasn’t it? Like a romantic comedy without the romance.
I told you she’s a little weird.
Having her here is…well, the house seems less dark with someone else inside it, but the lingering feeling of disquiet I’ve felt since London hasn’t gotten any better. It’s worse.
Anyway, sorry to end the post on a downturn, I’m probably just getting a cold, or something. I’m gonna go make some soup.
Posted by Lycanspiracy on 20/09/2021
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