Nibiru : Return of the Ancestors

Chapter 2 - Doubts

24 January, 12 a.m., Earth

It was only midday, and I had to sit in the office till four. Lots of weak-headed customers kept coming, as if someone had started handing out sweets. When will this day end? It seemed, I would rather get home as soon as possible. I had to know what Vicky meant. And again this weird feeling, which had been haunting me for days. Earlier I had it regularly, then it came no longer, and now I felt from day to day that something was going to happen. I was lucky. It was lunchtime, and I went out to breathe some fresh air. Perhaps some coffee or cake would help ease my frustration. 'Otherwise, the weather was nice. I should relax,' I thought. 'Maybe, we should travel somewhere, then I would feel fresh and the nightmares would disappear.'

Cafe Liston was a cosy place. It was a bit expensive, but not crowded at least. A tiny peaceful island with a genuine French style design. Or at least, I called it that way.

'A cappuchino, please.' I stepped up to the bartender.

'Would you like sugar or sweetener?' he asked wearily; he was at least as browned off as me.

'Sugar is fine,' I replied. 'After all what shall I take care of? Nowadays you never know why you kick the bucket,' I thought.

'Thank you.' I took the coffee and sat down at my favourite place, on the half-open terrace, from which I could see the whole street.

'This is a really good idea,' I thought to myself. 'I should come out more often during the day. I almost smiled, when I felt a weird tingling at the back of my neck. But now this was different than usual. Now I did not only feel that something was going to happen, but right there I felt particularly someone's gaze on me. It made me shiver. That certain seventh sense had worked at other times, too, but I did not always listen to it. Of course, after the the trouble happened, I knew, I had made a mistake, when I did not listen to my instincts. Now, as the sun was shining and I was wearing my sunglasses, I could look around leisurely. I slowly stood up, as if adjusting my chair I was sitting on, while I observed the people.

I could not see anyone suspicious watching me. 'I can't be such a blindmouse,' I thought. I kept on fidgeting, even the waiter started watching what I was doing. I hoped he wouldn't come here, because I should have sat down then. As I felt someone's gaze on my back again, I sat down on the opposite side so that I would be able to spot who was watching me. I was stirring the cappuchino and watching. Then, a helicopter passed over the houses, so I jerked up my head. The sky was clear, only a few clouds coloured the sight. Whenever I had looked up to the sky, a feeling captured me, which was incomparable to anything. I just stared at the unknown, as if I had been called or attracted by something. At those times, I increasingly felt that I did not belong here, as if this had not been the place I should live. The longer I looked at the sky, the more the world disappeared around me. After a while, I could not hear sounds either. I could not hear the cars, the people. It was only me and my thoughts. I could gaze the sky for hours, as if I had been waiting for something or someone. It would also have happened like that, if I had not spotted a weird creature. There he was, looking at me. The man was standing on the terrace of a multi-store apartment house, looking down with a curiously expressionless face. He was all dressed in black. Next to him was another man also dressed in black, watching me.

'Cool. The two were peeping at me at the same time,' I said aloud, which called the waiter's attention.

I decided to walk back to the office and drink my coffee in the meantime. Hardly had I left when I saw from the corner of my eyes that the two men were heading downstairs so that they were able to follow me.