No one is picking up. I’ve called almost everyone I know in town. My mother can’t get in touch with anyone either. I’m on my laptop now doing some research. I can’t seem to find anything about what’s going on in my neighborhood right now. The men with the megaphones have disappeared. My mother is afraid to go outside. She says she heard someone scream — or thought. It could’ve been a dog or something. Speaking of which, I haven’t heard a single noise coming from outside. Goddamn, I can feel goosebumps going down my arms and back right now. Something isn’t right. Something is definitely not right.
I had my mother pack her stuff into the car. I helped secure them in the trunk. I’m on my phone right now typing these out. My mother is trembling, so I think I’m going to have to drive. I think I hear someone outside, but I don’t want to open the curtains.
Holy shit. You won’t believe it. There’s no one outside. Literally. The whole fucking street is deserted.
I’m going to try to get out of town. Be safe, everyone.