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                                          ENCOUNTER IN KITCHEN MONOLOGUE  2-1-2012

I couldn’t sleep.  I was up in my room upstairs in bed.  And I couldn’t sleep.  And usually when I am like that, I’ll go downstairs and get myself something like a glass of milk or a piece of cheese or yogurt or something.  Well, I couldn’t sleep and I remembered I had a half of turkey sandwich left over from lunch.  Tryptophan. But even before I went downstairs, I stopped at the top of the stairs, because I felt something.  A kind of primal general fear of the darkness below. I never feel that way.  So I go back in my room and grab up the canister of pepper spray I keep by my bed.  I keep it by my bed but I never carry it around the house with me--well, almost never.  So now I am awake--irritated at myself for being anxious when I know there’s nothing to be afraid of in my own damn house.  I have an top tier alarm system in the damn thing and even though I live in a safe; well, safe by today’s standards, neighborhood--I figure I pay for it, so I arm it just about every night.  And tonight it was armed.  So anybody opening anything would alert me--and the security command center.  I knew this.  But still  I go downstairs with my pepper spray.  Turn on the lights.  Nothing.

While I’m rooting around in my refrigerator--I get this real strong feeling that someone is watching me.  So I look to the windows around my kitchen. I see nothing outside.  And just to make sure, I move to the light switch by the back glass door in the living room, and turn on all the lights outside, so I can see.  And there’s nothing. Everything’s in order. But I still feel like something’s out there, even though I don’t see anything.  I convince myself it’s my mood, my imagination.  So I go back to the fridge, take my sandwich out... grab up the milk... and I think I see something move out of the corner of my eye.  I mean, you wanna talk about a flight or flight moment---but I’m cool.  I move to the lights IN the kitchen...flip the  switch so it’s dark inside--and I can see everything outside.  Nothing.  Quiet.  So I am standing in the dark...in my kitchen,  and it is all lit up outside--and I am holding my sandwich so tight in my left with my pepper spray in my right... and don’t ask me why--but I quietly move to the back sliding glass door.  I can see everything out there--and there is nothing in my yard... but that’s not good enough. So I move CLOSER to the sliding door and cup my hands to the glass so I can see--better... and out of nowhere... right in my face... on the other side of the glass this thing APPEARS.  I freaked, but couldn’t move.  I WAS SCARED FROZEN STIFF.  It was looking right at me. Not more than a foot away. Looked like something out of a monster movie--a science fiction monster movie---and I instantly knew it was real.  That it was not some kid or weirdo playing games.  I KNEW this was some kind of creature that was nothing like I’d ever--could ever imagine.  So here I am frozen, close to my back-kitchen window--and this thing is on the other side.  Looking at me.  I can see the folds of it’s skin.  It had this huge head and strange little eyes.  And it seemed to be floating.  But I know it wasn’t.  Mighta been me ready to pass out. It was like I was dreaming but I knew I wasn’t.  It touched the window.  I thought it was going to reach right through and grab me.  But I couldn’t move.  And then it backed up and disappeared somewhere in the back of my house.  I was shaking like a leaf.  My sandwich was squeezed all over the floor.  I backed away from the window.  Afraid to turn my back.  Backed up all the way to my stairs, afraid to turn my back.  I quietly worked my way up the stairs to my room.  I closed the door and locked it.  Then called the police.  They said they’d send a car over right away.  When they arrived and I saw it was them, I opened the door.  I have never been so happy to see cops in my life. They checked the backyard--and found nothing.  But said they’d make sure someone came out to investigate in the light, tomorrow.  They asked me if I wanted to stay somewhere else for the night.  If they could give me a ride to a hotel, or something.  You kidding?   No way I was gonna stay in that house  until I knew more.  Next day--the cops went over my place--and found nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  Naturally, they asked if I drank or did drugs.  I told them no--but I don’t think they believed me.  I had a friend come stay with me for a couple of weeks.  No problem. And nothing since.  I sometimes think it might have been a dream of some kind--that i really didn’t see what I saw.  But I saw it.  I WAS awake. Big Foot?  Alien? Whatever it was, it was not from this world. That, I am positive of.  

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