The Man With The Small Clipboard Part: I

When I was about twelve years old I was up late one night playing on the sega when I saw out the window, someone running through the field behind the house and lugging something kind of big.

No one else was awake so I grabbed my boots and my jacket and tore off after them myself. I stayed about a hundred yards behind and kept close to the tree line. They ran up over the hill and into the woods and slowed to a stop. They looked around like they thought they were being followed. I thought they saw me but after a few seconds they just turned around and walked away pretty casually.

Of course I continued following, but it was getting hard to see through the trees. I got closer and could hear they were talking, a lot, but all I could make out was “Do you promise he will?”. they walked into a small clearing, stopped, let out a loud grunt, and dropped a very ornate box on the ground.

I scurried up a nearby tree to get a better view of what was about to happen, but as soon as I got settled they ran out of the clearing.

TO BE CONTINUED