My wife was out doing something frivolous this afternoon when one of them came to the door. A Greeble stood at my entryway, gently rapping and occasionally trying the handle for several minutes. The window next to my desk looks out to the front of the house. The Greeble only seemed to be distracted when I would peek out over the sill – but then the door tapping would continue.
He kind of shrugged and sauntered away, looking left and right as he walked down the driveway. It was when he reached the edge of the pavement and touched the gravel road that I popped my head all the way up and peered at his backside. On cue, he stopped in his tracks and spun around to meet my gaze. Did he sense or hear me? Why did he turn around!?
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Why do I chance to stay here in this house that wants me dead? Well then I consider the alternative, which is a world (much larger) that would like to see me destroyed as well.
I always told myself that if I ever lived in a haunted house I’d just move. Why be like one of those families that just “stick it out” because it is their “home” and they love the house and are certain to explain away the problems/spiritual-overtaking, or can get a paranormal expert to come in and cleanse the house.
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I awoke with their names on my lips. After spending a few hours racking my brain for some movie I might have gotten it from and manifesting some lame destiny – I could not come up with any alternate sources – other than some divine or unholy even, intervention. Greeble is the term embedding in my brain, or Greebles being the plural version of the word.
I normally see them out of the corner of my eye – living in my peripheral vision only. Normal people I meet everyday when I decide to leave the house, when they pass and make their way behind me transform into their Greeble states. Not so long ago I thought that everyone other than me was afflicted with this alternate state of devilishness, but I have seen others like me… other people who look upon me with distrust and fear of every other person who passes by them. There are other pure people like myself – but we never seem to congregate for long – something always seems to break us up and separate us as quickly as we realized we were similar.
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