Wayne Cummins

I was just starting to convince myself I was okay when I got a good look at my neighbor across the way. I nearly choked on my drink when the man came to his window and looked out.

No one is going to believe me and there’s not exactly a hotline for this kind of shit. Who would I tell anyway? I can’t trust anyone I know.

I know it’s been a long while. And while I’m sorry for that, I regret to say. I literally cannot account for the missing time. Since my last entry, I reckon it’s been months to you all, but to me, it’s been a night. I know that must seem confusing, but hopefully you’ll start understanding what I’ve been through.

I travel for my work, and I hit a lot of garage sales and second-hand stores. The chance to pick up something unique and with history from another part of the country is too fantastic to pass up. I’ve scored some decent gems over the years, but nothing quite like what I picked up last year while traveling through the Mustang Islands, in Texas.

Who I am, how I came into possession of these packets of information, and exactly where this incident took place I cannot tell you.

I saw I had one new message in my inbox from a company called Electric Solutions Of Texas. I’d never heard of them before. The email was a job offer for an entry-level electrician to work third shift hours at a substation.

I don’t know what the hell to do. I feel like I don’t have a lot of options here, and no one’s as concerned as I am. Or concerned at all.