Around the beginning of the second week of August, 2008, some sort of strange spell began to settle down upon my friends and neighbors. People began to disappear from outdoor areas. Streets and yards and parks became deserted. Boats and recreational vehicles were abandoned. Softball diamonds fell into disuse. Fishing poles hung forgotten on garage walls. As I drove down the deserted streets of Delta Junction, the only movement that could be seen was a weird bluish light flickering through the windows of nearly every house I passed. It was like something out of a Stephen King novel!
I started to become seriously freaked out. In a panic, I flipped open my cell phone and called my neighbor. I wanted to see if he had noticed the same paranormal activity that I had. When he answered, he sounded funny, and I could hear strange noises in the background. He was uncharacteristically terse and uncommunicative. No, he hadn’t noticed anything strange and was there anything else I needed, because he was really busy at the moment. I figured maybe his sewer had backed up again, or they were processing salmon they had dip-netted in Chitina, or he was rebuilding his transmission or something, so I offered to give him a hand. No, thanks! He’d talk to me later, maybe…Click!
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