The Unknown Unexplained

It started off just like any other day did before. It was no different than any other day, except maybe the day of the week, or the month.

It came so suddenly that most were never prepared to have three different events happen and they were somehow connected but also separate too. It was the weather that was not supposed to happen, either on the day it did, or at the time it did.

It became apparent that most were part of the outcome and part of the solution, part of the problem or a little of both all rolled into one big ball of what the hell just happened.

This is the events as I can best recall them happening, as they occurred because my memory plays tricks on me sometimes, like seeing things that were never there or things that seemed real and were not too clear on what they were or are.

"It was on an early Wednesday mid noon, that the clouds turned extremely black and were trying to produce some form of rain. The clouds were only sending lightning and thunder, not the normal kind that only make you lose your hearing or scare you to death. It was the loudest boom and brightest lightning that flashed across the sky."

"It was the bolts of lightning that struck the ground, shaking it like an earthquake was taking place. The lightning bounced off the ground, striking several spots in the yard, sparking the grass that seemed ready to burn to ash."

"Then billows of smoke were seen in the mountains that surrounded the valley, and it was some too close for comfort and others were off in the distance." It was a sight for sure, first the dry lightning, then the thunderous loud booming, then the sparked areas in the mountains." "The lightning had struck dry brush and the forest near the house." The lightning struck which ignited a flash followed by a small flame that grew bigger in a very short time.

The local firehouse sent as many of those who could be spared to see the damage and try to get it contained quickly. The forest was now a blaze, and it was sparking other areas, with no relief in sight. What happened next is still a mystery that has never been explained.

Like the disappearance of a whole town on the Virginia coast named Roanoke Colony, first the firefighters left heading towards the fires, along with first responders, then many volunteers followed them. We that remained behind were beginning to worry deeply when the fires were still rapidly heading towards our small town of Alwoose, VA.

It was like no one had gone off towards the area to contain or try to contain the fires. Then while our attention was focused on the forest fires, and the people who had left to attend to the events that had been taking place, the ground shook violently and made all the buildings start to sink into the ground.

Those of us inside were running in the direction of a way to escape and get out safely. It was now a life and death situation, for not only did the buildings sink, but they also revealed some dark secrets of the town being built on a former Indian burial ground, a former town that had many buildings similar like our present-day ones. Like the City of San Francisco, this prosperous town had only one way to start over on the bodies of the former dead and on the backs of those who had been desecrated.

It was like a sign from someone who had lived in the past and was now taking revenge on us for those who committed these atrocities. Most of the townspeople were to be blamed, as all were related in one way or another. The skeletons of the past were now seen with the scars that had made this become an event of epic proportions. No one would be able to claim they did not know or turn a blind eye to this any further.

Along with the sinking buildings, many vehicles, now some people were crushed by the falling trees or electrocuted by exposed wires, falling into some of the deeper holes made by the shaking ground. The next few minutes were like a horror movie that never would end.

The graves were opened, and the many dead rose up from their sleep, like an invasion of zombies and undead. It was like an Armageddon scenario, coming to a town near you. It was happening right before our very eyes, in vivid color. The various bodies that were making their way towards town, were many varieties more from the past and some present-day ones. It was all we could to not stand there while they overtook the ones who were crippled and feeble. The elder was in the mix and after being jabbed with broken bones and sharp objects, the victims became as them, yet more grotesque and with skin turning to mush.

The skies filled with screaming. The sounds were not normal nor were they becoming less but louder. The new undead had no way of knowing they had been placed under the power of the ones who were of the past and present buried undead. There was a clear path made for them to run or slowly trot towards us, and they made the latest ones an even more evil, vile scene.

As they were closing in on those who remained, the ones who had disappeared from sight, the firefighters, the first responders, the volunteers, were all in the front of the ones who had grown in number heading in the direction of new victims to be found.

I stood there frozen, unable to move and felt a bony hand forming its way around my throat to choke the life from me. It was so hard not to close my eyes and hope I would wake up.

Then I felt another nudge and opened my eyes wide. My eyes darted around and saw a bottle of Jack, some cigars, one lit, in the ashtray, and myself lying on the couch. I jumped up, half expecting the town to be in chaos and taken over by zombies and the undead.

I looked down into the street from the second-floor window, noticed an odd-looking person, standing there, and pointing at me. It was a sign, that I had yet to know my recent dream nightmare was about to become a reality.

I had been warned. Run for your life. "Is that a sound of thunder that I hear off in the distance?" They are here in the lightning and thunder.