My name is Jeffery Hendty. I am twenty. I am not your average person. I have a troubled past and some abnormal things happened to me. The reason for these things is that I have a sort of sixth sense. And I know how that sounds but I think its true.
The doctor says I have had a traumatic past and it has scared me emotionally for life and I may have a nervous breakdown later in life. That’s why I can see the shadow people on the streets that move but don’t have anywhere to go. I usually find that these people’s names come to me after them for their entire journey. It’s weird, I know but the sensation is even weirder. The sensation is like the cool-down after an exercise session in the gym and the tingling of your arm after you’ve slept on it for the night all mixed into one. It gets a little crazy after a while though. That is why I started writing down my little adventures daily.
I’ve a little free time after work, so I try to figure out what they’re doing. Sometimes they walk across traffic, I mean through cars and trucks. It’s like they are the shadow of the person who used to take that route across town. They are rarely going to normal places—like the pharmacy or store—but to shady spots—dark alleys and streets where the industries of things not talked about in polite society usually thrive—and turn a corner and are gone. Poof, nothing just me and the prostitute at the corner—who is usually looking my way expecting me to pull a wad of cash out of my pocket.
I’m not sure if this sixth sense was given to me or if I was born with it, but maybe it has something to do with the keyhole. The keyhole haunted me since I was eight. It visits me in my dreams. Sometimes directly as a keyhole, sometimes indirectly as many things, usually as a white hole that is spitting out light that is directly passing through me. These white holes scare me the most.
The lights coming from them give me the gut feeling that I am about to enter a cycle of endless movement and that I will never get out of it. The rings around the hole are like the neon signs you pass on the side of the road