Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The airline killed bambi
I'm going to be delayed getting out of STL. My connecting flight, believe it or not, hit a deer while they were taxiing to the gate. They just made an announcement for everyone to sit tight. More later. DA
Vegas/Kamenski
Friends, I was able to talk to Mark Kamenski last night. I'm on a layover in St. Louis right now. On my way to Las Vegas to meet with him at 1:00 mt. That's the earliest I could get there. I asked him about his 12:00 meeting (Black?). He said it was with not one, but two people. Wouldn't tell me who, but said they were serious. Will let you know when I'm on the ground. DA
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friends...i went back to my house this morning. Or what is left of it.
This was nailed to the door. my dog stayed behind that night. he probably saved my life.
the research is safe and i have a lead on the book of history. A man by the name of Mark Kamensky or it might be spelled Kamenski. I have to run down some other leads, so i need help tracking down this guy. Whoever can help me, please do so. The contact I have said he lives in Las Vegas. -DA
Thursday, February 21, 2008
kara…I cannot tell you where I am, only that I’m out of danger. For now.
I got the images and information you emailed me. Was printing out when my dog sat at the front door, growling.
Thought the storm had spooked him, until I looked outside and saw a dark figure standing on the street. Long black coat, black hat, something in his hand. An ax, I think.
Staring. Just staring. The lightning lit his face when he looked up. Not a shred of flesh on it and black where his eyes should have been.
Black.
He tipped his hat, then came toward the house. Cleared half the distance to my door before I could get my legs to move. I got to the back door just as he pulverized the front.
I watched from the woods behind my house. I can only guess he ransacked it, searching. When I heard the roar from inside I ran.
That was 3:30 this morning and I’m still shaking.
I left it all behind. I had no choice. He’ll come again.
I believe you now. I need to think. Can’t possibly do this on our own.
DA
I got the images and information you emailed me. Was printing out when my dog sat at the front door, growling.
Thought the storm had spooked him, until I looked outside and saw a dark figure standing on the street. Long black coat, black hat, something in his hand. An ax, I think.
Staring. Just staring. The lightning lit his face when he looked up. Not a shred of flesh on it and black where his eyes should have been.
Black.
He tipped his hat, then came toward the house. Cleared half the distance to my door before I could get my legs to move. I got to the back door just as he pulverized the front.
I watched from the woods behind my house. I can only guess he ransacked it, searching. When I heard the roar from inside I ran.
That was 3:30 this morning and I’m still shaking.
I left it all behind. I had no choice. He’ll come again.
I believe you now. I need to think. Can’t possibly do this on our own.
DA
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