The New Gods Of Central New York
It turns out that it wasn’t really a pamphlet, but an invitation. This is what the bulk of it said:
“Welcome, you have been invited to a meeting of the New God organization. This is not a public meeting, invite only. Please show up to [address] with this invitation. You are special. Become someone worthy of being worshipped.” It listed off the meeting dates and the next one was actually the next day.
I sat back thinking about how ridiculous, yet interesting the things that Robert had said were. I even considered going, but I decided not to. I had been sidetracked for nearly an hour, so I forced myself back into spring cleaning.
About an hour-and-a-half after Robert was carted away in an ambulance, I was in my basement moving boxes. My plate box was so heavy that I had to make a makeshift dolly out of my computer chair. So as I was carefully trying to set the box on the seat, I heard a loud bang upstairs. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and I dropped the box.
“GODDAMN IT!” I screamed as I stormed upstairs.
The sound came from my kitchen, but I wasn’t ready for what I was about to see. Every single cupboard was open, my dinner table was flipped over, and the faucet was running. I instantly thought someone had broken into my house, so I ran upstairs to grab my gun. My room is at the top of the stairs, and as soon as I reached the first step, I saw my door slam shut.
“WHO THE HELL’S THERE!?” I tried to sound tough, but I was scared as hell. My gun was in the room.
Now I don’t know if it was adrenaline or a case of doing crazy shit when you’re afraid, but as soon as I reached the top of the stairs, I threw my whole body against the door, breaking it. I hit the ground hard, but quickly hopped up to my feet. No one else was in the room. I cursed at myself for breaking the door. I was so hyped up that I didn’t even fully realize that my door had just slammed shut by itself! But I didn’t get time to collect my thoughts, because as soon as I sat down on my bed to relax, I heard a car pull into my driveway.
Feeling a bit irritated, I ran downstairs to look out my front window. A short bald man and a much taller, built guy, both in suits like Rob and Greg, were walking away from a nice old Cadillac and towards my door. I got there before they could even knock.
“Hi there, how can I help you?” I asked the men as they got to my porch.