Today's entry is not about any tapes, but true to the name of this blog, it is a memory of Walker Creek. This is one thing that's been keeping me up at night for the past day or two, to be honest. All these revelations and the horrific information from the tourism Bureau has been stirring up my memories a bit. Back in 1988, around November or so, I was out late to go to the Walker Creek General Store to get something for Julia. Hell if I remember what. Anyhow, when I came out of the store, there was this van parked near the treeline a few yards away. Two guys wearing all black were standing around near it, arguing about something. When I got closer to them to get in my car, they were staring at me all...strangely. As I was about to drive away, they walked up to my car and knocked on the window. They gave me the creeps to be honest but I rolled it down to talk to 'em. One of them asked me if I had seen a man run into the woods anytime recently. I told them no, I hadn't seen anything. Then, he asked me something stranger...his exact words were, "Have you ever noticed that something is wrong with this town?". My answer of course was, "No, what do you mean?". Despite what I had seen or what I knew, I wasn't about to talk about anything to these two strange men. He just chuckled and told me to forget about it. Then as they were walking away, the second man - the one that hadn't spoken at all - turned back. He said, "Come find us if you do notice it." And that was it. They drove off and I never saw them or that van again. I know it's a small, strange encounter that might mean nothing but...their question to me has been echoing around in my head for days. My questions about them keep me up at night. Who were those men? Why were they asking me those questions? Who were they following into the woods? My best guess was that...it was the rebellion. They were hunting someone, or something. It seems like they tried to recruit me, and I essentially said no. At least I hope that was the situation. That it was the rebels chasing one of them, because the opposite is far, far worse. God, just thinking about all of this is hard. 3 months ago I was writing blog entries about happy days in Walker Creek with my rose tinted goggles on, and now I'm thinking whether or not the people I talked to one random night were violent rebels chasing down a shapeshifting alien, or shapeshifting aliens chasing down violent rebels. Maybe I'll try to write down some other happy memories soon. I miss doing that.
- Trevor
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