Conspiracy fiction with Watergate revelations
Dark Windows Open One Way — Part 1
An ongoing paranormal investigation
Mary Baker* watched a shadow climb out of solid concrete. It “reached up between” two faded parking lines and “pulled itself free.” That’s her description, not mine.
When I asked how that was possible, she laughed.
“Think I’d be talking to you if I knew?” She asked.
She’s 77 now and won’t even guess what it was, which hasn’t changed since that night. Part of me wondered if she’d always been that stubborn. Her daughter says no. She used to rearrange the house weekly.
Nobody had listened to her story much, but when they did she said the same thing, always. Not enough people cared anyway. Definitely didn’t make the papers. It was the 1970s and she was a receptionist.
It made two internal reports though, filed away and buried by history. Four days later, her story sounded like a crazy lady looking for attention. The parking spot was in the Watergate complex.
“The world teaches you,” she said. I asked her what the world taught her.
“Not to say anything.”
A lot of other lessons tend to tag along with that one. It’s not like any normal form of learning, either. More like being injected with something.
My big question might have already been echoing in her mind since that night in the parking garage. Everyone else had an answer for it. Her answer was more important though.
“Do you think you’re crazy?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Good,” I said. “Because you’re not the only one who’s seen them.”
That didn’t make her smile.
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