It is 1 am. It is dark & -5 degrees Fahrenheit. In spite of this I can see our neighbor across the street snow-blowing his sidewalk, and his dog jumping around in the yard like a kid that gets to stay up late. Why he just decided that now would be a good time to do this I don't know.
I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Why I decided now would be a good time to do this I don't know. The porch light behind him makes it impossible to see his face which is hidden inside the hood of a furry parka. It makes me think of this bad movie called "Nomads" that I watched at my best friend's house when I was 12. As the opening credits roll you see a black-and-white picture of a hooded eskimo. It has no face, there is just blackness where the face should be, and the camera zooms slowly up into the blackness until you are engulfed in it. I recall being scared to death.
Nameless terrors. The only kind there is, really. A hood but you have no idea what's inside it, could be something hideous, could be nothing at all. As soon as you know though there's no reason to be afraid. Why is that?
Posted by Alan at January 28, 2004 01:21 AM