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around the house and in my house."
Eveline choked back a sob.
"Is that you guys?" She asked. "Are you watching me?"
"No, Eveline, that is not us," Noble took a deep breath. Did he want to tell her that he had been seeing things, too? "We don't do that kind of thing. You may just be tired, Eveline. Maybe you need to take some time off."
“It’s more than just shadow men. There are… There are kids, too."
Noble felt a chill run its way up his spine. Suddenly his dream from the night before came back into full focus.
"Children?" Noble asked, his voice strained.
"Yes, children,” Eveline said. Noble could tell that she was just barely holding herself together, the tears were close. "They come to my door at night."
"Ms. Paulson, we definitely would not send children to anyone's home," Noble said. "What do these children do?"
"They ask to come in," Eveline replied. "They tell me that they're lost and that they want to come in and use the phone. Mr. Randle--"
There was a pause and Noble listened to her breathing, trying to get herself composed. It was a losing battle.
"What, Ms. Paulson?" Noble prodded.
"They have no eyes," Eveline said. "They look at you with black eyes. I haven't let any of them into my home. They're the devil. What's going on?"
Noble sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know, Ms. Paulson," he said. "I've seen the shadow figures, too."
"You have!" Eveline said, her voice raising an octave or two. "Oh, my God, Mr. Randle, what is going on here? Who was this man and what was he doing?"
"I wish I knew," he said. "Are you available to talk today? Maybe this evening?"
"Yes," Eveline replied. "Yes, I have time tonight. Can you come by my apartment about six?"
"Yes, I can make it," Noble said. "Look, don't answer the door. Stay home, keep your doors locked, and do not open them. Not for children, shadow men, or even your mother. OK?"
"Yes," Eveline whispered, there was relief in her voice. "Thank you."
Noble hung up the phone and sat there for a moment staring at the receiver as if it were a snake that might bite him.
Children.
Children with no eyes.
Shadow people.
"We have really gone through the looking glass," Noble whispered.
Noble snapped out of his trance and frantically looked through his pile of papers and found the phone number for Chris Whitlock. A moment later he was punching the numbers and listening to the phone ring and ring at the other end. It rang six times.
"Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Christopher Whitlock," the message said, "I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave a name, message and phone number, I'll get back to you."
Then there was a tone.
Noble hung up the phone. He looked down at the information in his hand. There was the address and it wasn't too far from the airport. In fact, it was in a suburb called Schiller Park, right near the airport.
Whitlock had already hinted that he was seeing things. What was he seeing? He had seen the shadow men, that was obvious, but what about the creepy black-eyed kids? Or was there something else out there? Some other nightmarish thing?
Noble checked his watch. He had the interview with the head of the flight attendant crew in ten minutes.
Noble got up, grabbed his notebook and headed down the hall. At the back of his mind was the name Dr. Lance Shaw. What the hell did he know, how did he know it and what the hell was going on?
***
Transcript of Interview
Date: June 16, 2014
Time: 9:15 a.m. CST
Person interviewed: Christene Burnham of International Airlines
Interviewer: Noble Randall of I.C.E. on behalf of Homeland Security
Subject: Strange occurrences on June 3, 2014, Chicago O'Hare Airport International Terminal.
Noble Randle (NR): Thank you for coming, Ms. Burnham.
Christene Burnham (CB): You’re welcome. I’m not sure what I can do to help you, but I’m glad to help
in any way possible.
NR: You were on Flight-190 from Spain on June 3, correct? In
Eveline choked back a sob.
"Is that you guys?" She asked. "Are you watching me?"
"No, Eveline, that is not us," Noble took a deep breath. Did he want to tell her that he had been seeing things, too? "We don't do that kind of thing. You may just be tired, Eveline. Maybe you need to take some time off."
“It’s more than just shadow men. There are… There are kids, too."
Noble felt a chill run its way up his spine. Suddenly his dream from the night before came back into full focus.
"Children?" Noble asked, his voice strained.
"Yes, children,” Eveline said. Noble could tell that she was just barely holding herself together, the tears were close. "They come to my door at night."
"Ms. Paulson, we definitely would not send children to anyone's home," Noble said. "What do these children do?"
"They ask to come in," Eveline replied. "They tell me that they're lost and that they want to come in and use the phone. Mr. Randle--"
There was a pause and Noble listened to her breathing, trying to get herself composed. It was a losing battle.
"What, Ms. Paulson?" Noble prodded.
"They have no eyes," Eveline said. "They look at you with black eyes. I haven't let any of them into my home. They're the devil. What's going on?"
Noble sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know, Ms. Paulson," he said. "I've seen the shadow figures, too."
"You have!" Eveline said, her voice raising an octave or two. "Oh, my God, Mr. Randle, what is going on here? Who was this man and what was he doing?"
"I wish I knew," he said. "Are you available to talk today? Maybe this evening?"
"Yes," Eveline replied. "Yes, I have time tonight. Can you come by my apartment about six?"
"Yes, I can make it," Noble said. "Look, don't answer the door. Stay home, keep your doors locked, and do not open them. Not for children, shadow men, or even your mother. OK?"
"Yes," Eveline whispered, there was relief in her voice. "Thank you."
Noble hung up the phone and sat there for a moment staring at the receiver as if it were a snake that might bite him.
Children.
Children with no eyes.
Shadow people.
"We have really gone through the looking glass," Noble whispered.
Noble snapped out of his trance and frantically looked through his pile of papers and found the phone number for Chris Whitlock. A moment later he was punching the numbers and listening to the phone ring and ring at the other end. It rang six times.
"Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Christopher Whitlock," the message said, "I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave a name, message and phone number, I'll get back to you."
Then there was a tone.
Noble hung up the phone. He looked down at the information in his hand. There was the address and it wasn't too far from the airport. In fact, it was in a suburb called Schiller Park, right near the airport.
Whitlock had already hinted that he was seeing things. What was he seeing? He had seen the shadow men, that was obvious, but what about the creepy black-eyed kids? Or was there something else out there? Some other nightmarish thing?
Noble checked his watch. He had the interview with the head of the flight attendant crew in ten minutes.
Noble got up, grabbed his notebook and headed down the hall. At the back of his mind was the name Dr. Lance Shaw. What the hell did he know, how did he know it and what the hell was going on?
***
Transcript of Interview
Date: June 16, 2014
Time: 9:15 a.m. CST
Person interviewed: Christene Burnham of International Airlines
Interviewer: Noble Randall of I.C.E. on behalf of Homeland Security
Subject: Strange occurrences on June 3, 2014, Chicago O'Hare Airport International Terminal.
Noble Randle (NR): Thank you for coming, Ms. Burnham.
Christene Burnham (CB): You’re welcome. I’m not sure what I can do to help you, but I’m glad to help
in any way possible.
NR: You were on Flight-190 from Spain on June 3, correct? In
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