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Gentlemen,
Late last night just after midnight, as I had just pulled the covers over my head for another restless nights sleep the doorbell suddenly rang. At first I ignored it. Too late I thought. However the door bell's awful buzzer insisted so I got up and put on my thick green robe and went out to my apartment's hall to see who was at my steps. The dark silhouetted shape startled me at first but then I recognized the rain soaked uniform of a postal worker. "At midnight?", I puzzled. I went down and opened the door. I tried to get a look at the postal worker's face but he hid it from me as he shoved the yellow envelope into my hands. He turned quickly and in a flash of lightning my blood turned cold. I would swear in a court of law he had some vestigial form of gills on his neck. I looked at the envelope and looked back towards the Postman. He was gone. Perhaps it was the torrential rain or his bounding speed but his immediate disappearance stunned me as an anomaly. Back inside my room I turned on a light in my library and glancing at the return address of Unfilmable Films on Maple Street in Norwalk, Ohio. I carefully opened the package with scissors. The All-American City of Norwalk, Ohio on the envelope gave me a false sense of security I shall forever regret. A red envelope often used to protect compact disks and digital versatile disks fell out and contained an example of the latter. The flap on the red envelope read: Read Me A Story by Bret Mix and Craig Mullins along with their website and personal email addresses. I quickly popped the unlabeled Disk into my DVD player as my 30 inch Sony heated up. Instantly a film started. Already my interest was peaked as most fan made DVDs end up with a "THE DISK IS DIRTY" caption on my DVD player but that is not the case here. A young woman seats reading a book as music plays. She responds to the call of her child and then. And then. Here my dear reader I must stop. My thoughts cannot collect themselves to any reasonable form of human expression. If I should try to describe the unfilmable terrors I saw in this cinematic blasphemy I shall go insane. I leave you miserable and a quaking shell of my former self. Damned for all eternity for my knowledge,
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