Sorry. I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure I... I'm not sure, actually. To make sure I was there, that someone else knew I was there.
Work started up again today. The kids' summer camp program, or as much of a summer camp as you can get in the inner city. That's what I was doing in Camden today: I was at work.
During my lunch break, I decided to head up to the Rutgers library to see if I couldn't look up some information about this "Devil Book" Christian seemed so interested in. I had asked Jean about it before I left home, and she gave me a few pointers, so I figured I'd start with those.
It... It was there. At the underpass. Just... standing there, sort of turning Its head this way and that, like Its around. I see It, and I freeze... albeit in a more literal sense. It was like this wave of cold swept over me, and I couldn't move a muscle.
I just... I'm trying to remember. Because the "wave" wasn't a wave in the sense that it came from any specific direction, more like it welled up inside of me. "Fear" is the first thing that comes to mind but... I can't really tell. There's something else, and I can't think straight...
A woman and her kid passed by while it happened. They turned the corner, and the monster was in plain view. The woman kept walking, obviously she couldn't see a thing. The kid stopped though. Stopped and stared. His mom hurried him along, but the kid kept watching It even as she led him all the way past, down the street.
What bothers me is... It didn't look back. The kid clearly saw It, was clearly entranced. But It ignored him. Just kept turning Its head and "looking" all around. And then after a while it just turned back down into the tunnel underpass and... vanished, I suppose.
Good news is, I wasn't frozen so long this time, maybe 15 or 20 minutes. It was being uncomfortable under the hot summer sun that woke me up, if you can believe it. I forced myself to move and ran indoors, to the campus library. I wrote that last post as a self-reminder of sorts, and then spent the remainder of my lunch hour sitting in a corner with my back to the wall, pretending to read so no one would ask me questions.
I didn't have an appetite.