Chapter nine
Around five thirty on the morning of August tenth, Dilbert Kedman heard a noise outside his window. It was not a usual city noise, Dilbert knew that right away. With that knowledge came a fear. A fear that he had heard about, but never experienced. A fear that crept its way into its victims, making them wait for the worst.
What was this fear? It was the fear of something unusual happening. Dilbert knew it with his mind, body, and soul that something was about to happen that was not normal. Something that would make him regret what he had done in the past.
"WHEEOOO!" A disembodied voice came through his bedroom window.
"AAHH! Get out, right now!" Dilbert screamed, then tried to recover himself. It didn't work too well. He sounded too artificial. He noticed that himself.
"I don't think so, Dilbert." The disembodied voice was starting to really creep him out.
"How do you know my name?" He sounded like someone out of a book.
"I know everything, young man." Now this was getting out of hand. A disembodied voice that knew everything? Impossible. "It's not impossible."
It could read his mind. Now that was just freaky.
"Of course I can read your mind."
He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. It wasn't from fear, either. It was from some invisible force holding him to the spot. Dilbert struggled, but he couldn't get free.
"Now, you will listen to me. Tomorrow morning, you will come to the Washington Monument to see me. You will bring peanut butter and a jug of water. Get the crunchy kind. You will meet me there, and I will tell you what you need to do. Got it?" The voice paused for a moment before saying one parting word. "Good."
Dilbert was released of his 'trance' and he flopped down on the bed to mull over what had just happened to him.
Around five thirty on the morning of August tenth, Dilbert Kedman heard a noise outside his window. It was not a usual city noise, Dilbert knew that right away. With that knowledge came a fear. A fear that he had heard about, but never experienced. A fear that crept its way into its victims, making them wait for the worst.
What was this fear? It was the fear of something unusual happening. Dilbert knew it with his mind, body, and soul that something was about to happen that was not normal. Something that would make him regret what he had done in the past.
"WHEEOOO!" A disembodied voice came through his bedroom window.
"AAHH! Get out, right now!" Dilbert screamed, then tried to recover himself. It didn't work too well. He sounded too artificial. He noticed that himself.
"I don't think so, Dilbert." The disembodied voice was starting to really creep him out.
"How do you know my name?" He sounded like someone out of a book.
"I know everything, young man." Now this was getting out of hand. A disembodied voice that knew everything? Impossible. "It's not impossible."
It could read his mind. Now that was just freaky.
"Of course I can read your mind."
He couldn't move, even if he wanted to. It wasn't from fear, either. It was from some invisible force holding him to the spot. Dilbert struggled, but he couldn't get free.
"Now, you will listen to me. Tomorrow morning, you will come to the Washington Monument to see me. You will bring peanut butter and a jug of water. Get the crunchy kind. You will meet me there, and I will tell you what you need to do. Got it?" The voice paused for a moment before saying one parting word. "Good."
Dilbert was released of his 'trance' and he flopped down on the bed to mull over what had just happened to him.