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human being with anything other than a silent intonation that they
were competition, or inferior to him. With him was a black leather
briefcase. The other man was short, slightly round, and had rosy round
cheeks that emanated kindness and joviality. He wore a pinstriped suit
with a lime green overcoat. He had the look of a man who considered
all men equal and animal cruelty was should be abhorred. They sat
down quietly, and the taller man pulled a clipboard and pen out of the
briefcase. I pushed myself up against the wall behind me and sat up. I
looked over at them, and the small portly man gazed at me with a
twinkle in his eyes and kindness in his smile. Of the two of them, I
instantly liked the portly man more. I waited patiently, and the taller
man nudged the portly man. He waited a moment, and then spoke
softly.
I know of the hands.
Chapter 2: Relocation
I was stunned, to say the least. At that very instant, I broke down in
tears, sobbing uncontrollably. The kind man walked over and gently
patted my shoulder, muttering words of comfort and help, promises of
help and understanding. A nurse barged in and demanded that they
leave, but I wiped my eyes, straightened up, and told her that I was ok.
She looked skeptical, but left anyways. I wiped my eyes again and
cleared my throat. I stayed silent for a moment, and then asked him in
a shaky voice, What What were they? Who are you? The flood of
questions suddenly broke through my dam of fear, and I asked enough
questions in that short time to stump google for a good billion years.
He held up a hand to stop me, and looked into my water-filled eyes. He
calmly replied to my torrent of questions with one word: later. He
clasped his hands behind his back, and began to pace.
First off, I will answer as many questions of yours as I can later. But for
now, you must be satisfied by what answers I offer you today. My
colleague and I are what you might call cryptozoologists. We study the
unknown, what scientists cant understand or dont have the heart to
pursue. We have an insatiable mind to discover, or have been involved
in the supernatural. What you were attacked by was a legend known
only as The Hairy Hands. They are known for attacking cyclists and
drivers on that particular stretch of road. The only reason you managed
to escape them is that you somehow managed to drive, run, and crawl
your way to the intersection, effectively reaching the end of the hands
jurisdiction. There are very few survivors, and many are ridiculed or
accused of being on drugs. I, however, decided to do investigating and
found multiple instances all over the globe of other supernatural
creatures, creatures that science cant explain and humanity just
wasnt ready to believe in. Thats why I am here today. My name is
Edgar Paulzine, and I am offering you a choice: Go back to your normal
life. Convince yourself that it was a dream, that your magnificent lie to
that detective was actually the truth, and move on. Or, now bear with
me here. You could join me and Mr. Evans here as cryptozoologists, and
discover all the horrors you can imagine, and many you cant. This is
your choice, Mr. Johnson. I will not pressure you, and if you choose to
ignore me, I shall leave with no intention to ever see you again. You
have until tomorrow to read over this document and make your
decision. With that, he stood, set a manila envelope on my lap, and
left with his colleague. When his colleague stood, however, he let the
clipboard droop a bit, and I could see a sketch of my face, as well as
words and a sketch of hairy hands. I felt my blood run cold, and closed
my eyes. When I next opened them, it was an hour later and the nurse
was standing over me.
Mr. Johnson, you are good to go! She said cheerfully. She detached
my iv and handed me a set of fresh clothes. I stood slowly, reaching
out to grasp my clothes. She left, and I changed into them. It was
nothing fancy, a pair of denim jeans and a red cotton shirt. I slipped on
the white socks and sneakers, grabbed the manila envelope, and
signed out at the front desk. I walked out to the parking lot, where I
stared at the empty spot my car shouldve been, and hailed a taxi. I
found one, and told him my address. As we drove, I pulled out the
manila envelope and opened it. I reached in and grabbed the first thing
my fingers met. It was another envelope. I opened that one, and found
a stack of 100 dollar bills in it. My eyes widened and my hands
trembled as I reached back into the manila envelope of riches and
pulled out yet another thick envelope. In it was a wad of cash, with a
note attached.
Dear Mr. Johnson,
Inside of this smaller envelope you found a wad of bills. This is
exactly the fare you will need to get to your house by taxi (including
the tip). In the other envelope, which you pulled out first, contained
5000 pounds. This is about 7,700 American dollars. This should be
enough to get yourself a replacement car. This is also more than
enough money to get yourself a ticket to San Francisco, in the US.
Furthermore, inside of the original manila envelope, you will receive
one final item of interest: A plastic bag. The bag contains two
envelopes: a black one, and a grey one. The grey envelope contains
the flight details of the plane ride to the US. It leaves tomorrow, hence
the twenty-four hours you have been given to decide. In the other
reading over them. I set my alarm to make sure I got up early enough,
and then went to bed.
BeepBeepBeep! I woke up to the annoying beeping of my black
alarm clock. It read 5:42.
Crap! I exclaimed, before jumping out of bed and rushing towards my
bathroom. I completed my daily routine before throwing on some
sweatpants and a red Under Armor Shirt. I grabbed my backpack,
packed with food and books, as well as my chargers and laptop. I rolled
my suitcase to the curb and pulled out ten dollars. I held them high
above my head and yelled Taxi! Almost immediately, a taxi pulled up
next to me, and I climbed in. We drove for about an hour, before
pulling up to the airport. I grabbed my luggage in walked inside. I
approached the concierge and booked my flight. I paid and left. I
walked through security, entered my terminal, and sat down heavily on
a seat. They quickly called my flight, and I boarded. On the plane, I
decided to do some research once we reached cruising altitude. I
searched my new friends name, and was astounded by what came up.
He had a PhD in biology and history, and was extremely rich. It said
that he had started two major companies and had estates in over ten
different countries, but his largest was in San Francisco! After I finished
my little search escapade, I closed my computer, put my ear buds in,
and took a long nap. I would arrive in about 8 hours. Perfect time for
sleep. I had dreams of monstrous things and fearsome beasts