When Reality Shifts

It has been well over a week since my last entry. So much has happened, I nearly forgot to log it all.

It was either two or three days after the strange late night call when I finally received the call I've been waiting for: Theresa. After waiting for close to a month, after all the unusual occurrences surrounding the book she sent me, I finally could tell her of my experiences and try to get some feedback.

After telling her everything - I even told her of this blog just to make sure I didn't leave anything out - she was silent for a several seconds. When she finally spoke, I wasn't prepared for what she had to say.

She said that she never sent me the book, but she gave it to me in person at the Dal Cuore restaurant! The owner was not only not dead, but he sat with us to discuss the book - He is an expert of ancient and unusual manuscripts.

If anyone else had told me this, I would have been furious. But I knew Theresa was never one for pranks or jokes during serious discussions. Whatever she said, she meant it. So I didn't argue with her - I just felt numb when I heard her version of events.

She didn't accuse me of lying or joking either - She said experiences like mine are not too uncommon when one was associated with the book.

I will omit the long discussion we had, since it basically is a recap of this entire blog. In the end, we agreed to meet once again at Dal Cuore this Sunday. She ensured me that it was still open and told me to bring the book along.

I hated to hang up the phone, since she seems to be my only connection to this strange phenomena. I fear that she won't be there Sunday or the restaurant will be closed again or some other unexpected obstacle will prevent of from meeting. She did promise to call me more often, to try to keep a line of communication open between us.

I checked on the book - It was still properly located on the shelf where I last put it. I threw away the packaging the book came in, so I cannot prove to Theresa that it was mailed to me.

But then, what if she is correct and my view of what happened is completely wrong? Slowly, I am losing track of what is real and what is not.

After an hour after I had spoken with Theresa, another call came in. It was a male's voice, sounded like he was talking in a coffee can - Very tinny, hollow. I could barely make out what he was saying, but it sounded like a warning or a command, repeated over and over again. I could make out the word "don't" a few times but nothing more. Finally the line was disconnected.

I knew I wouldn't make it through the day without some sort of paranoia gripping me. I am becoming used to the sensation.