[background music] On the night in question, as they say, I have no memory of posting the last entry in this blog that appears under my name or of going to the amphitheater. What I remember is feeling like someone was waking me up, and finding myself in the middle of my dream from two weeks ago. With the major difference that Ella was there and placing a dagger into my hand. I was disoriented, but seeing the urgency and fear in Ella’s face and the figure in front of me gave me a surprising resolution and certainty about what I had to do next.
I felt something like an electric shock in my arm, saw an explosion of a color that I still can’t identify, heard a long, painful screech, and was thrown back by a strong wind that also blew Ella’s hair back like she was a model at a photo shoot. And yes, I did see large, strange shapes beyond the amphitheater. It was like seeing something in your peripheral vision even though you were looking right at it, if that makes any sense.
And then there was stillness.
I looked at Ella and we didn’t say anything for a few moments. Then she asked me if I was all right and I said I was. A few more moments of silence. I said I wouldn’t mind leaving and Ella readily agreed. I followed Ella to where she was parked, not realizing until I got there that my own car was in that area too.
“I think that’s a good idea,” I responded, in a voice I tried to make sound casual but slightly flirtatious.
Ella nodded. “What’s open 24 hours? Perkins?”
I sighed. “Yeah, Perkins,” I said in a voice that was casual and not flirtatious.
So, yeah, we went to Perkins.
Actually it was a good idea, since it turns out an excessive dose of normalcy was just what I needed to combat my anxiety and, well, fear, I have to admit. Ella filled me in on her side of the story, which she posted about. I asked if she still had that metal disc that had started all the trouble, and she said no, she had gotten rid of it. That couldn’t have been easy and I told her so, but she said the photos she took were sufficient, adding with a shrug that “Anything worth having is something worth giving up, I guess.” I thought this might have been a proverb she came across in her studies but she said it’s a song lyric by the author of a blog she reads.
We spent a couple of hours talking about non-supernatural things, how she likes living in Detling, etc. I don’t remember exact details. By then I was feeling OK and went home, with her following me again.
Ella assures me that I have nothing more to fear from Brand and I believe her, but I’m still uneasy. In one of my first posts I talked about deepening my experience of Detling by going to the downtown bars that were previously unfamiliar even though they’d always been there. Within the last couple weeks I find out that there’s this whole new dimension of things about my hometown I wasn’t aware of.
Detling Adventures, indeed.