Entry 005 - the mailman

around an hour and a half till noon. i was able to check in to a small roadside motel. only one lady at the counter, but at least she was nice.

i've been watching the street from my window, just trying to see if they might have found me. for about an hour now, nothing.

then a mail truck pulled up. it was a completely normal usps truck. the mailman got out and he looked normal. just a dude in a uniform.

but he's been out there for twenty minutes now. he's not delivering the mail, he's just walking the same stretch of sidewalk, back and forth, in front of three specific houses. he takes exactly 20 steps, turns around, and takes another 20 steps back. he hasn't even checked a single mailbox yet.

there's no one else outside. he's just... pacing.

a few minutes ago a woman came out onto the porch of one of the houses the mailman was pacing. she didn't look at him. she just looked straight up at the sky, directly at the sun. she stared for a full minute, give or take. then turned around and went back inside. the mailman didn't do anything. he's still fucking pacing.

what the fuck is wrong with this town.

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