A very important person was assasinated. No gunman was found, and there was clearly something very weird going on, but the whole thing was very hush hush.
Later that week, I was visiting my father in his office at work. He had a whole bunch of Mexican friends over, and we were all eating lunch together. I got to be friends with this one fellow, and in talking to him I found out that he was implicated in the assassination attempt. There was no direct evidence that he was involved, but he had been found outside the hall where the attempt had been, unconsious and with cuts all over his body. He didn’t remember how he got there or where the cuts had come from. I decided that I wanted to help him clear his name, so I went to his neighborhood and started asking questions. Turns out that there were a handful of other people in his neighborhood who had cuts on their bodies that they didn’t remember getting. The only common thread between all these people was that they had recently visited a local hardware store.
I went down to the store with another woman and a little girl. It was a very typical small dirty store. There was almost no-one inside. I was looking around, feling depressed about this apparent dead end when the little girl (standing next to me) said, “I don’t like this place. I don’t like all these bad people looking at me.” I FREAKED out, grabbed the little girl, and ran out of the building and up the street. I put the little girl down and was going to ask what exactly she had meant about bad people, but before I had a chance, she turned to me and said, “Now I know why all the bad people were there. They are drawn to you.” I panicked big time and started praying. Suddenly, I could see them too. There was a throng of wrong looking people flowing out of the store and up the hill towards us. They were definately demons, and I started practically screaming my prayers for protection and a wall of fire about us, etc. Most of the demons kept their distance and I started moving back up the road with the little girl. Suddenly the Mexican guy who started the whole thing was walking down the street towards us. He took one look at me and said, “you can see them too, can’t you?”
I wasn’t sure what it all meant, but I was sure that whatever was behind the assasination attempt was residing in (or under) that hardware store.