It was an impulsive decision my dad made one day. “An epiphany” he called it. We had only just come back from a short camping trip, but my dad couldn’t stop talking about those woods. It was the silence I think. He loved the silence. Eventually we found ourselves packing our bags to take permanent residence in that forest. I didn’t really care. I never had many friends where we used to live anyway. “The less human contact the better,” I thought. My first night in that house in near absolute silence was relaxing to say the least. I began to understand what my dad had been rambling on about all … [Read more...] about A Night With the Thomsons
Creatures
The bunker
12:00 am Winter bunker B located somewhere in the Mexican desert May 16th, 1998 “This is Doctor Rodriquez. B-540A is secure. No strange behavior is reported. I’m signing out.” Doctor Rodriquez left the subject. It couldn’t be seen in its steel container. He left the room. Leaving the large metal safe in the room. A white man with brown hair and blue eyes met him in the doorway. He spoke in a British accent. Doctor Rodriquez: “What’s going on Ezekiel?” Ezekiel looked at him and smiled. He put his hands-on Doctor Rodriquez’s shoulders, and looked at him. Ezekiel spoke brightly. “Your … [Read more...] about The bunker