I’m writing this shaking from the comfort of the 3rd floor. I can hear the noise outside. Waves crashing on the shoreline, wind howling against the building. Louder than usual. Covering for something. I’m not sure what it is. Or what they are. Or what they want. I can hear them if I listen. It sounds like the rapid clicks of an insect, but intentional. If you listen closely, you can hear the reply. I’m not sure what their intentions are. Or if they’ll come to me, but if you see this, do not come to Costal Virginia.