Over the past years of living here, we’ve seen our fair share of vagrants and oddities that have no name. Given the slime monster has even packed up and left a long time ago proves to us that living in this area is something even a cesspool doesn’t want to do. Well, now there is something new.
WARNING: Content may be a little graphic.
Let’s brush off the dust shall we and not sugar coat the fact I disappeared for 2 years. If you don’t want to read the good stuff, look for the bold sentence and start there. There’s been a lot going on that hasn’t been fair, favorable, or good news. There have been a few bits of happiness in the dark times though and I’ll start there.
A while back I wrote of the night we discovered why people disappeared on a local river. Today we were driving over the bridge in broad daylight and discovered local police and a couple of SBI jackets on the river bank. Around here, the rivers never freeze but today there was one small area that had.
Our town is an ever changing on. The cotton mills have been torn down for town homes so close you could wipe your own neighbor’s rear or they have been transformed into museums or gyms. One such that should have been torn down from a horribly history has been dedicated to African Americans in the region, a bitter sweet purpose nonetheless.
Lately NC has been having warmer than usual weather. Since its stayed above 70 degrees with humid heat, everyone knows the waters around here stay about 10 - 15 degrees Fahrenheit cooler. That makes for extremely perfect weather to go wading, river mining for gold and minerals, and even kayaking in the muddy waters of the local rivers.
Its been a few months hasn't it? Sorry we disappeared on everyone. Last year was rough at the end.
Out of all the senses they've labeled humans to having, the scent of smell is one of the most powerful. Everyone's sense of smell is different. Some people are born without it. What if one such person suddenly developed that smell?
This location takes place in downtown and happened a few years ago at the old studio location.
September's story will be a little late, but it is still on it's way. Sorry about the lack of story for the month. We have been working hard on few things to support this idea and turn into something massive. I guess you can say we're nurturing the beast. Jason and I have a few ideas that we're trying to get off of paper and into actuality.
On days when the hubs is at work, me and the overseer lounge wherever we stretch out. I catch up on messages and he does whatever he wants as long as he can keep an eye on me. This one story I am about to share actually got his attention from his Batcat roost over a lamp and joined me on the sofa.
While we were moving into the new place, we discovered a few places where animals could enter. They were fixed, but Nature always finds a way. Sometimes in the form of a beautifully long black rat snake.
34 years of life below the Mason Dixon line leads to a lot of stories of old and new.