As we entered into San Francisco the locals were waiving and friendly. Some even asked us why we were here. I suppose that was our fault for having the window down. But I couldn’t shake this bad feeling. As if we were headed somewhere no one should go. Of course, as a science minded individual I didn’t put much stock in feelings. “A feeling isn’t measurable” my favorite physics teacher use to tell me. Besides what’s the harm in just taking measurements and examining the data.
The rv rounded the corner that lead to Saint Catherine’s. And something strange began to bother me. Through the window I could see a storm cloud that seemed localized over just one location. It’s as if a building somehow was unaffected by standard pressures and weather forces. We weren’t due in until tomorrow and we were staying in a motel down the street from St Catherine’s. We slept in motels because the rv was loaded down with equipment and computers. But if it weren’t affected then how could I measure that and what would it mean. I shook it off and then Pat spoke up.
“Ok, I know that I fool around a lot and pretend that there is something there only to twist it into a joke… but does anyone else feel that?” Pat said in a worried voice. “It’s as if…”
“Evil, yeah… I feel it too.” Steve said.
“Stop fucking around guys. This is a serious case and we need to be professional.” I said trying to shrug off my own feelings. Something Audrey said before I left kept ringing in my ears. When she said it I shrugged it off as her normal “don’t reach into the darkness as you don’t know what you will pull out” thing. But it just keep eating at me and repeating itself. “I don’t feel good about this one.” I heard again and again.
“Fuck you man. I really feel this one. This isn’t my joking nature.” Pat insisted.
“Seriously man. It’s like nothing I have ever felt. My heart beat feels faster and louder then normal.” Steve said stopping the rv right in front of the church.
I looked down at my smart watch and did a quick ekg. Steve was right. My heart rate was up. The ringing in my ear from my tinnitus almost seemed louder. That’s actual traceable data. But does it mean anything. I wondered. “I think we need a bit of new equipment before tomorrow.” I said looking at the church.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Steve mumbled almost drained of the words.
We drove to the motel and I quickly paid and got our keys. When we got into my room I ran to the dresser and grabbed the complimentary note pad. Steve and Pat followed me. I began to write but the complimentary pen was shit. As usual. Pat tossed me a pen from his pocket. I wrote quickly; area thermometer, barometer, heart rate monitor, bottled water, flask of holy water, bottle of vinegar and container of baking soda. “Ok, who’s going to get what?” I asked.
“I’ll get the holy water, and heart rate monitors.” Pat said. “I have to do my due diligence and ask questions anyways.”
“I’ll get the groceries, though I don’t understand the vinegar and baking soda. Are we making a fucking volcano?” Steve said annoyed at the shopping list.
“I don’t know if there is a force that’s acidic or basic so I want to see if we will get a reaction from either of those two. I’m trying to narrow down the probable causes of our…” I said and then made quotation fingers in the air, “feelings.”
“Fuck off with the quotation fingers!” Steve yelled. “Fucking bastard,” he said under his breath.
“Hey, I had a weird feeling as well but I want to get some data as to why.” I said.
“Guys, now is not the time. Let’s just get some rest and get the supplies for tomorrow. How are you guys set for monsters?” Pat asked almost scared for the future events.
“I’m good.” Steve and I said simultaneously.
“Let’s just hurry up and get this over with. I don’t want to be here any longer then I have too be.” Pat replied.
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