Some Night Time Visitors

You sit in your easy chair after a long hard day at work. A beer that has turned warm awhile ago sits in your left hand as you use your right to flip thru the channels on your TV remote.

*click*

*click*

*click*

"Damn..." you mutter as you realize that once again nothing of interest is on television. Another evening sitting at home watching home shopping and movies so bad, they're on basic cable. You move slightly to adjust your body to the worn impression in the seat cushion. You smile as you think even Ed Bundy and Homer Simpson would be impressed with the groove you have made.

A loud knock sounds on your front door.

"That's strange." You think as you pull yourself out of the warn groove in the recliner and head towards the repeated knocking. No one ever comes out this way anymore after your crazed next door neighbor went after those door to door church do gooders with his shotgun a few years back.

You open the door. Two people stand in the doorway dressed completely in black. You notice beneath their black hats and glasses, these are two young females. A large black four door sits on the road, the engine still idling. Strange, you didn't hear anything pull up...

"Excuse me, do you have any Gray Poupon?" the one on the left asks with a slight smirk. You notice she wares a bright red lipstick, the only real color on her. Her hat hides her strangely cut black hair. It almost looks like a mushroom...

"Very funny, Lane," the other one speaks with a slight sound of disgust showing in her voice. You turn to her and notice the deep dark red hair pouring out from underneath her hat. The smirk disappears from the one called Lane.

"Look who's writing this. What do you expect?"

The red haired stranger sighs and slaps a folder against your torso. You reach out with both hands in surprise and grab a hold of it. She drops her hands. "Look, we'll make it easy for you."

"Real easy," smirks Lane. "So easy, you will wonder why you didn't discover it yourself."

"We know you watch that Daria show on television. We know you look forward to it every time it's on."

"We know everything. Even about that time back in '98 when you took that extra sugar packet without paying for it at Coffee King."

"That folder contains secrets. Secrets that can't be reveled to those mortals with the intellectual capacity of a grapefruit."

"A Florida Grapefruit."

"Read the file. Study the file. Learn from it."

"Give in to the dark side of the file, you knob." You begin to wonder if she ever stops smirking. The red head looks at lane also. You bet she is thinking the same thing.

"Others will try and take that file and those secrets away from you. Don't let them. They have their own agenda and want to portray Daria as a simple high school student. We know the truth. We want others to know the truth also. We want them to know about the weird things that have happened around this young woman."

"The school shootings."

"The weirdly colored tomatoes."

"The militia uprisings."

"Elvis returning to earth after going home."

"Cats with silverware."

"Don't forget the clones." You look up to see another black clothed female leaning up against the car. From this distance, you think she almost looks like the red haired strange standing before you.

"Yes, and the clones."

"You get the idea. It's been covered up for so long, it must get out."

You open the folder and flip thru the pages contained within. You feel your mind expanding already. After a second, you look up to see the 3 female strangers getting back into the car.

"Wait," you call out. "What if I don't understand or need more information."

The second red hair girl climbs back out of the back seat. "Look towards the back of the folder. You will see the way."

You return to skimming thru the file knowing that here you will find the answers and the enjoyment you have been seeking...

("Hey Trent. Wake up! We're done here.")