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Chapter Three: Zombies
(3) One Night At J’s: Infrasound Panic – Zombies – Portal Place _ Charge the Driveway
J had told Eliot already about infrasound. For these three years he has had the frequent occurrence of it. Thinking that it comes from the Creature, known as low frequency sound, and is lower than 20 Hertz (Hz)/cycles per second, so less than a human can hear.
It is the same frequency of sound that whales use to communicate. Sounds nice for whales; however, not so great for humans.
Sasquatch have been known to stun a deer, into not running away. Similarly, lions use it to stun a gazelle. However, animals don’t use it on humans, and no human can say that forest critters use it to scramble the brains of a human victim. Bigfoot does. To confuse. If not Bigfoot, then who? If not Bigfoot, then what?
Note: terms like Bigfoot, Sasquatch, and Creature will be used interchangeably, as meaning the same thing.
One account had two hikers, out all night while being exposed to infrasound, by a Bigfoot, since whales don’t live in the forest, then yes, Bigfoot. The next morning, they were urinating, blood!
Some may say, wait a minute, aren’t Bigfoot nice, and sometimes nice to people? Your reading the wrong book for that; but keep reading.
Basically, it destroys your inner organs, but especially your brain. Thus, Bigfoot the killer. Eliot feared this for Shakoda. Eliot had been to J’s property a couple of times already, so he was thinking that maybe he was more immune to it? This is probably the wrong assumption, right?
Just months earlier, the first family dog, was exposed to a full night of an infrasound attack. Eliot had heard recordings made by J, that captured over twenty minutes of a similar attack more recently, to J’s current dog. On the recording was the roosters crowing and dogs barking like crazy. Several times during the recording, the upset animals and birds went from normal crowing and barking to a stressed – lack of oxygen version of crowing and barking. As if, someone squeezing their necks and closing the esophagus; however, with no one physically touching them. Eerie, yes. Well, the result of these events for the first canine victim was a fateful event; his demise. J found him dead the following morning. J’s girlfriend, was a very smart woman, and had instinctive notions, and felt that the dog had died of a stroke from organ failure due to the ALL NIGHT “attack.”
J, did not hate his dogs, but quite the opposite. The fact remains, that this is a learning process.
J had never suffered to this extent, from the infrasound, but we all know that animals can hear at a lower frequency. The Creature was somehow upping the intensity of the infrasound on this night. Perhaps it had help of some sort. We may never know.
Once J had gone outside to do something and had become very confused, and did not know why he had gone out there. After awhile he went back inside the house, and sat down. It took some time before he could think again, enough to say, “That was strange. Why did I become so confused.” The answer is infrasound, used by the Bigfoot. For being a killer, we are thankful that the infrasound attack on J did not lead to his death. Death by Bigfoot! Perhaps, it was a distraction technique, or the Bigfoot wanting to show, “Who was the boss!”
So the idea of this being, not an attack, but a distraction for something else that was happening, crossed our minds, but attack or distraction, either way, it may kill us this time. This “distraction” of noise and infrasound seemed different, and unprecedented; surely, for J.
J and Eliot had so many chats and shared information about harassment from Bigoots for over six months now, so we did not need to use full sentences to understand each other. He said, “Hearing protection!” All Eliot said was, “Yes” as he patted my ears. If they could hear nothing, then maybe we would be ok. One problem, the ear protection was downstairs in the study, where most of the guns and ammo were kept. Eliot said, “Finish telling Shakoda the plan, and I will be right back.”
J handed a box of tissue to Shakoda, as Shakoda had a puzzled look on his face. So I said, “You are bleeding, form your nose. Remember the infrasound we talked about on our way to get to J’s house?”
Just then his eyes got bigger, at this sudden knowledge, but then his eyes bugged even more than this as he pointed to my face as I turned to head down the stairwell. Blood now coming from Eliots face also. As Eliot put his hand to his face to stop the bleeding, a piercing pain entered his head, and then it was all downhill after that. Down the stairs he went, like a sack of potatoes. Coming to a thud of a stop, he pulled his phone out to use as a flashlight.
Shakoda yelled down at him, and as Eliot was about to reply, a ghostly white face of a child was right in his face, like what you would imagine a zombie to be, or perhaps one of those black eyed demon children. He grabbed a shotgun and pushed the thing away as he scuttled against the wall. SHotguns and other rifles were all over the place, so this was not hard.
A green eyeshine met him from across the room. I cried out for “Clarice!” Who knows why, but it was instinctive. Moving away away from the ghost-child, closer to the eyeshine, which made no sense at all.
J and Shakoda came down the stairs with CLarice. Our plan for the night required that we all come downstairs anyway, as that is where all the equipment was.
Shari recognized the young girl, as being a neighbor from a nearby homestead; however, she could not explain why she looked “out-of-her-mind.”
As we crept towards the vast amount of green eyeshine, we approached cautiously. Shakoda with shovel in hand, the nearest thing he could grab; J with his Colt Magnum handgun coked and ready; and by now Eliot had the shotgun around his shoulder with a can of Bear Spray locked and loaded.
The room was a mix of darkness and green haze, which had a musty rotting meat sort of smell. This was highly suspicious of course. Had we been invaded “inside the house?”
Eliot saw what looked like people, as if they had Just sat down, all sitting around the table, in a zombie-like state. The infrasound that had been affected us did not seem to be affecting these people, as if they had Just arrived, but that is crazy! Right?
It was like they had Just arrived from somewhere.
J recognized some of the faces, as other neighbors he had tried to help in the past six months. He had been on a mission to educate people about surviving harassment from Bigfoot Creatures. As you can imagine, he had the experience, having been harassed himself for over three years, but as he started to realize the signs of harassment, and to stop listening to the doubters, he became proactive in his own knowledge and defense efforts. The harassment had kept increasing the more J pursued corrective actions from these Creatures. Yes, at least four Bigfoot, including the grey seven footer, and a black larger one, with Scarred One. Yes, Scarred One. He often had said that “Scarred One” probably walked into a tree branch, gotten its eye poked out by the antlers of a Buck, or lost it in some fierce scuffle.
The doubters included some of the people from the neighboring homesteads. You could not see the homes of these neighbors, not from J’s house, but they were out there, hidden in the trees. Those doubters were rude to J when he tried to warn them of the Creatures. Those neighbors were not in the room; however, other neighbors were in the room. The segregation was easy to see, that these in the room were the neighbor’s that had treated him with kindness. The neighbors that had scoffed at him, were absent. Were they safe? We think not. Whatever brought these folks to the safety of J’s house, were they not listening to the same call? Perhaps, they could not be reached due to their doubt.
J was trying to talk to these Zombie neighbors, the green eyeshine still evident. Shakoda watched as Eliot moved around to the back of the table where the haze was the thickest. The more he entered the thicker green haze, J’s voice became harder to hear, as if Eliot was further away from them, then he really was. Suddenly, Eliot was alone! It was dark musty, and green. The air was green! Like someone trying to get through giant Spider webs. As the haze cleared Eliot noticed he was outside, and J’s voice, which had been down to a dull muffle, was gone.
It was clear that Eliot had walked through some type of Portal. Believe it or not. How else does one describe this, who knows? Realizing that this is the only possibility that makes sense, Eliot froze, like in a dream when you can’t move. The haze was dissipating, and Eliot actually wanted to be back with the knowledge and fire power of J, even if it meant Zombie people and a Bigfoot in attack mode.
Suddenly Eliot felt a presence, the kind that makes you turn to run in fear, without any good reason at all. Well, Eliot actually had good reason this time. The presence felt bigger as he started to hear speaking, like chattering. Imagine some sort of Indian dialect. The presence felt bigger as he sensed something in his head. The infrasound torture was now gone by the way; meaning, he was no longer near the other Creature’s attack. Fearing being lost in an unknown land forever, Eliot forced himself to turn and head back towards the fading direction of green haze, as he heard what sounded like, “Hey.”
Eliot scorched his way in a frantic motion towards the haze, hoping for a remaining path back. It took longer to cover the ground back to the house, probably because the “portal” path was disintegrating. Run, run, run, smashing through the brush, as the ground started to churn, as if a giant portal door was closing, until wham, crashing back into the room filled with Zombie people, as the portal entry closed, slowly seeping away the green mist. Someone helped him up, one of the Zombie people, no longer under a spell of confusion.
‘J, we have to do this now!” yelled Eliot. J nodded. “Shari, O think these neighbors were sent here for protection. Can you watch over them and us, from the house?” She agreed. “Put them to work if you have to, I’m sure they won’t mind. She agreed.
J and Shakoda went out the doorway to the gravel driveway first. The Bigfoot Creature, presumably “Scarred One,” had seen them right away and through a small log fifty yards and almost hit them. It’s attention was quickly turned at Eliot, who came running out the door, yelling. Eliot slid to his knees as the now intense infrasound was shot at him like a canon. A loud horn sounded, distracting the Creature, giving some reprieve to Eliot, as J and Shakoda were now in J’s truck. With bloodshot eyes, and capillaries about to burst. Struck two flares, and lit a fuel path towards the Creature. Vroom, went the flames.
