Zeke is taking his early evening walk, which he does faithfully 24/7, unless the weather is really bad. He waved to a couple of people he knows, sometimes will have a short conversation with some of them. As he proceeded continuing his walk, when he turned the corner, and lo and behold was an anaconda snake, fully grown, and looking straight at Zeke. He was so startled, that he practically crapped in his pants, and his heart was beating away like a fucking like a drum solo at a rock concert. A minute or two went by when he finally managed to dial 911 and tell police dispatcher about the snake. Two policemen arrived a few minutes later, along with the animal control officer, and got hold of the snake, and put it in a cage.

Needless to say, Zeke didn’t get much sleep that night, as all he could thing and see in his mind the anaconda straight at him.

Standing at the crosswalk, waiting to get to the other side of the street. Cars going like a bat out of hell, ignoring the pedestrians impatiently waiting to get across the way.

The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasing a man. His face was panic stricken, and hollering for help, but no one bothered to call the local sheriff.

Two hours went by, when a driver for the bread and pastries company was making a delivery to the diner, when he found a man’s body mauled to death. The man was so badly bitten and scratched, was close to being unrecognizable. The sheriff along with the county sheriff, and the state police, are puzzled as to why nobody heard the man’s screams for help.

To this day, it is still an open case, and eventually become a cold case file.

He’s dancing to the music in his head.