Fortunately (or unfortunately, if you think of it that way) I wasn't there the first night. Jacques told me the next Monday. I don't know why actually, he hadn't been particularly amiable in the past and we got the impression that he was in need of a friend or two.
'It's aliens or vampires or monsters or something!' he blurted out. 'They got in a circle and started chanting, and there was a flash of light and -'
'Hang on,' interrupted Jaime. 'Where did you say you were?'
'I didn't. It was out by the shopping centre; I was... out... at night and it was around the back. You could see through the window because of the construction going on. Something's up.'
'One moment,' I said, 'you said that they took someone in there with them?'
'Yeah. Maybe it was some sort of transformation,' Jacques said as if he was watching the science fiction channel.
'Or it was just some cult and they were initiating them,' Jaime said, unusually killing the air of mystery with additional mystery.
'Then it could be like that story, you know, Drydal Bones and the Cult of Del-Saperoth - Chumley discovers the ancient tribe hellbent on summoning evil into our world!' Again, Jacques' enthusiasm made the whole business seem ridiculous and childish.
'Jacques reads too much Strange Fables,' Jaime dismissed him with ease. 'Come on, Mike. We'll leave him to his games.'
Regardless, that Thursday night the three of us hid in an empty store, watching the security lock the doors. These things happen too fast, too unusually sometimes - just like the stories.
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