My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel the echoing vibrations far beyond my chest. My breathing was heavy, my mind was racing, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I had just done. I realized, as I was driving away from the house, that I had no clue as to where I was going or how I would get back on the 5.
I regretted everything I had done before I made my journey north, and now I was stuck in some crazy crime novel that held my life in the hands of complete strangers. It was a total fluke that my path would cross the path of these unfortunate people, and now I felt as if their story had become my own.
I was given the task to tell an extremely complicated story. I was to gather accounts from witnesses, go back in time to research hidden truths, and follow impossible leads that may possibly end in my death. All of my past experiences with investigative journalism had only skimmed the surface that would prepare me for this dangerous endeavor, but I had promised to pick up my writing utensil anyway and tell their tale.
What follows this post is the account of how I got involved in this incredible saga. I will present nothing more than the facts and nothing less than the truth, and I will only mention the names of those willing to be associated with this story.
Reader discretion is advised. Due to the intense nature of this story, what you are about to read may disturb or even shock you, so listen closely. Meet me at this location every Wednesday to hear more about what happened to me, and how I found myself lost in the woods far away from home. Don’t worry too much if you do happen to miss a meeting. I’ll save the ongoing conversation here for your convenience. Just don’t make it a habit.
Read the story, “Shock Wave,” every Wednesday.