Nightcrawlers

17

It went on and on. Kenney digested what he could, though he badly wanted to spit most of it back up. And not because he didn’t believe any of it, but because he did. For he could see the thread running through all of this that Godfrey wanted him to see. And seeing it and feeling its pull, understanding it, made him physically ill. Sure, maybe some of that stuff was bullshit and exaggeration, but not much of it, he was thinking. A week ago, he’d have laughed all of it off, but not now. Not after what he’d experienced in Ezren’s field last night.

His sanity might have demanded that he dismiss it all, but he just couldn’t.

Something was worn wire-thin in him now and there was no recourse but belief.

“It seems to me,” he said, “that you people around here have been sitting on a nasty egg for a long time, hoping it wouldn’t hatch.”

Godfrey said that was true. “Thing is, Lou, we’ve known for years, many years, that something needs to be done, but I think nobody wanted to be the first to initiate any of it.”

“Well, now we don’t have much of a choice.”

It would have taken hours to go through the file in any detail, so Kenney just kept skimming, reading over things that caught his eye. Things he figured would come in handy later for nightmares and sleepless nights. He found an interesting clipping from a magazine called Beyond Science, which was apparently some sort of paranormal journal back in the 1940’s. He began to read.