Thanks to everyone who was involved in the first post.

I actually wrote the thing in just about four hours,

I started to finish in a single sitting because this has all been bottled up inside me for a very long time.

I guess this finally just all came pouring out all at once.

I think that I actually generally afraid that scary as everything in this post was,

it's just the foundation of something much bigger and weirder.

So that covers stretches of time.

You couldn't possibly have imagined and has consequences.

I may have already spread beyond my little hometown.

I'm telling you this upfront because the first post was easy.

It was just an absolutely insane impossible childhood memory

and the equally impossible night years later.

I wasn't trying to put anything together, connect any dots, dots connected themselves.

I just... I just happened to be there.

It's next part.

It's next part's work.

I decided I'm going to go back to my hometown, my childhood home,

and get to front my parents about that day when I was nine.

Well, I first saw the columns.

Sorry for so many questions about that day.

Questions that have lingered just below my conscious thoughts every day since then.

And despite seeming to get a few answers that night, you know, last Thanksgiving,

...