Early this morning, after waking up from a dead sleep parched from a night of drinking, I began re-reading about Waco and the ATF and FBI’s complete fuckup of the situation.
When I began the section about the debate of whether the fire was set by the Branch Dividians or the FBI I had this weird notion that the FBI has sent in a tiny, half-sized, whispy man-like thing to go in and slide through the ether and set the fires in various rooms. This idea (like many of my late night ideas) truly terrified me and the creature found it’s way into my upstairs hallway.
I can’t say for sure the FBI sent him in, but he dashed around the shadows, avoiding detection from the cats, popping his head past the door, revealing himself in the fresh sunlight of a new day. He taunted me, trapping me in my bed, but preventing me from sleeping.
To see this creature is to know what pure terror of the heart is. It’s so unnatural, so beyond your understanding of reality that you cannot help but be frightened, on top of that, it radiates malice, there is no question you are in danger when it is near.