Hi, Iโ€™m Seth. Iโ€™m writing this note, bottling it, and tossing it in the brook by my house. Writing helps me keep my sanity. Hopefully somebody who still reads will pick it up and come help me. It started a month ago. I was down in my basement office on my computer watching old Mystery Science Theater 3000 reruns. The phone rang next to me, but I didnโ€™t pay any attention to it. It was never for me; on the off occasion it was, it was usually my brother, and half the time we were on the phone my nephew would be trying to grab it and talk to me himself. Mom yelled down the stairs that the phone was for me. Yeah, I lived at home with my folks. Sue me. Anyway, I picked up. โ€œHello?โ€ I said, paying more attention to the antics of the robots on the screen. โ€œItโ€™s begun.โ€ The voice was little more than a whimper, a plea. I didnโ€™t even recognize the voice. โ€œExcuse me?โ€ I asked, wondering who on earth was calling. โ€œTheyโ€™ve come, I donโ€™t have much time, Jeff; you told me to call if what we did caused trouble.โ€ Now a little worried, I said, โ€œI think youโ€™ve got the wrong number, this is Seth, not Jeff.โ€ โ€œDONโ€™T GO OUTDOORS!โ€ The person shrieked. Completely freaked out, I disconnected the call. Mustโ€™ve been some prank caller, but I wasnโ€™t amused. Rattled, I put the matter behind me. Much later, I finished watching videos and shut the lights off to head upstairs. It was pitch black, but I knew the way. The dark seemed a little more oppressive this time, though. I shrugged off the feeling and went upstairs. As I passed through the living room, I chanced a look out the window. There were people outside, on a walk or something; I checked my watch and it said 3:00 am. โ€œThatโ€™s weird,โ€ I muttered. I stumbled up to my upstairs room and drifted off to sleep. I was a fool that first night. If Iโ€™d recognized what Iโ€™d seen, I would have saved myself the terror and just stepped outside.