IT...

When I wrote yesterday’s entry I had only witnessed the progress of the Trickhart’s remodel from pictures on the “Trickhart’s Blog Of Yesterday’s News”. Naturally after seeing their posting I immediately raced home from work to assess the situation for myself.

I pushed my car to its limits and crossed town with amazing speed. I careened off the main highway into my subdivision, and tore through the neighborhood toward my house.

That’s when I saw… IT!

…from four blocks away.

As I drove closer it appeared ever larger. Larger. LARGER.

I turned onto my street. My eyes opened widely darting about in disbelief. There is no man-made structure on the planet that could prepare someone for the enormity of that building. Even my car hesitated - slightly - before approaching what lie ahead.

My once proud and stately manor cowered next to the monolithic Trickhart house as if brutally intimidated by the new imposing edifice. A sturdy, century-old cypress that stood in my yard like a grand sentinel of timeless strength now bowed in deference to this horrific monster.

I am not sure when I stopped and got out of the car. I only remember standing, looking up, way up, at the nearby behemouth. My eyes drawn to its massive, heaving frame. As if hypnotized I was pulled toward the beast yet felt strangely repelled.

The colossal Trickhart house reached out in all directions. North, South, East, West. It made no difference. No matter where you turned it was there. It was everywhere. And it didn’t just engulf the earth, it swallowed the sky.

Suddenly, I was rushed from behind and knocked to the ground!

“Don’t look at it,” screeched Malady, the neighbor from across the street. “It can sense fear!”

In an instant she and her husband and son, Bris and Hyatt, picked me up and pushed me into my home - locking the door behind us.

I stared at them in complete silence and disbelief.

“Was it real,” I muttered?

They nodded their heads. It was real.

We questioned how such a hapless crew of construction cast-offs could accomplish so much, so fast, without the help of ancient Egyptians… or even simple math.

It was unbelievable.

“It gets worse,” Bris said. “They still have to put on the roof.”

We sat in my home, the curtains drawn, in quiet terror.

Hoping “IT” would not hear us.

- C Smith