There were always stories told through town, whether it was communicated in whispers or events that passerbys continued to ignore. The people who lived in this town their whole lives knew to never talk about it, they were told, or trained, to do so. I was younger when I first arrived in this town, around eight years old. From four to eighteen, kids in this town have education on avoiding or ignoring the stories, and as I am still fourteen, I have to see this class time. From then until now I was always told not to question it, not to ask or stare. I never did, but I always questioned. Anytime I asked people about it, whether it be classmates, or adults in town, they either turned away from me, or walked right past me. I finally got to witness one of these events, and instead of turning a blind eye, I stared directly at it, and I got my first answer to the question: What is going on?
When I watched the event, it was a random house in town, it belonged to the Baker family. The main street of the town was a two lane road, and the sidewalks were larger to allow for many people to walk. There were trees about every fifty feet on the edge of the sidewalk towards the street, and there were street lamps in between the trees. I had just seen Mrs.Baker at the store two hours ago, and nothing looked wrong or off with her. When, whatever it was, starting, the trees started shaking harder from the speeding wind, the sun got dimmer, and the house started to be engulfed in some sort of black goo. It started dripping down as it spread up the house. It squeezed out the windows and crept out of the roof, until the house was covered. I stared at the house with two emotions, amazement and horror.
While my eyes were locked on the house, I started looking at other people. They were just walking past, eyes staring on towards where they were going. I tried to go and get someone’s attention, but no use, they acted like nothing even touched them. As I slowly crept away from the person, I felt a pull, or, an urge. It was towards the house. I turn away from the house and start to walk away. Next time I turned towards the house, it was normal. No goo, people were talking and laughing, and Mrs.Baker was on the front patio of the house. At this moment, I made an important decision, instead of just ignoring like the rest of the town, I was going to look into this.
