“I saw a movie recently. There was something wrong with it. I exited the theater at around eleven. The air was thick with fog, and the entire way home I couldn't get over how out of place I felt. How not like myself I felt. I tried to explain it to my girlfriend, but I couldn't really find the words. I finally said that it felt like we had passed over a dimension. Just enough of a shift to be unsettling. And though I tried to fight the feeling I couldn't deny how strange I everything seemed.
When I got home, I quickly gathered my things and headed inside.But I got to the front door it was slightly ajar. It was possible I just forgot to close it before I left but, I never do that. I pushed open the door, expecting any number of things. But nothing was wrong. The house was normal. I think it was normal.
I went to feed my Halloween crab Sheila. Normally she isn't too thrilled to see me. But she was...off. While I was making her food my girlfriend changed her water. Only when she went to shoo the crab away from the water, Sheila wouldn't move. So my my girlfriend picked her up and put her away from the dish. Sheila just sat there, waiting patiently for her to finish with the dish. Normally Sheila is terrified when handled. I figured my girl is just better at handling her than me.
I went ahead and went to the bathroom. Only my toothbrush has a purple handle. The one in there was green...it sounds stupid, but I swear to you that is only the start.
I tried to put it out of my mind that night and eventually I managed to fall asleep. The next day I woke up to find that it was still foggy outside. I leaned over to kiss my girlfriend, only she wasn't there. I figured she had left early for something. I hate it when she doesn't wake me up before she leaves.
I fed my crab and went to make some breakfast when I heard the bells ringing in the old church down the road. It sounded like they were forged out of wrought iron, and the tune before the chiming of the time was all wrong. The bells were supposed to be made of copper, not iron. I was confused, so I got dressed and headed off towards the church, the bells never ceasing to toll.
The outside looked normal, but when I entered there was a sign on a stand about ten feet from the door. An arrow pointed to the left, and above the arrow were the words “Displaced Person's, 7:00-9:30. Free coffee.”
I went left, and eventually after descending some stairs I found a door with the same sign on it. There were voices inside, but they were too muffled for me to hear any of it. I knocked quickly, the conversation suddenly cut short.
After a few seconds a warm voice called out for me to come inside. Upon entering I saw a group of people in a circle, some turning to look at me while others ignored my presence completely.
“Please have a seat.” said one with a clipboard. “We are just getting started.”
“I'm sorry. I don't think I should be here.”
“Well that is exactly why you are here. We want to help get you home. Get all of us home where we belong.”
“What are you talking about?”
The man smiled, then looked at me sternly. “We have all been displaced. I am sure you have noticed. Small changes. Nothing huge. Changes in behavior. In color. Things being different that we are familiar enough with to notice. Have you...seen anything different?”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, even as I distantly heard the bells continuing to ring out in a way I could not recognize. I thought of all the changes. And all at once I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Take a seat.”
I did what I was told. Heard other people's stories. I have come regularly ever since. Best I understand something has shifted. Not for everyone. But just a few. We aren't on the same plane of existence anymore, and we can't figure out how to get back. I have started to get used to the changes. That scares me a little. I am starting to find this to be normal. And I am starting to doubt what I believe. It is only the meetings that keep me sane. That, and the sounds I hear at night.
Out in the fog I hear something howl. Something searching. We don't know what it is but it is hunting us. We are irregularities. And it wants to fix that. There were nine of us. Then there were five. Now there are seven. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to hide. Every night the howls get closer. And no one else seems to notice that anything is wrong. No one outside the group sees the fog or hears the howls at night.
There is something scratching at my door. I have no where to go and I am tired of things being wrong. I haven't seen my girlfriend in so long. I keep thinking of what happened to her and it makes me panic. There are some constants. Some things that don't change. I can only hope this piece of paper won't change. That someone will see this. The door won't hold much longer. I can hear the lock breaking. It won't tolerate inaccuracies. It wants to make things right.
I don't belong here.”
Called the police. They searched the house but couldn't find any forced entry. Somehow someone had got this...confession, into my house. If I could find the person I would knock them out.
My life is just returning to normal, and yet every day it seems I have to confront some strange bullshit. Just want to have a normal life, but it seems like I can't. Weather is warmer, and Margaret and I are able to go on the walks we enjoy. Want people to stop sending me these...things. I don't care. I don't want to care. I want just a normal life.
Rained yesterday. Found a drowned bird on my porch. I think Loyd chewed on it a little.