19: Grey

Grey was half asleep in his chair, Millie was upstairs doing God knows what, it was already almost dark and the light from outside almost fell off his face. Some sort of noise was coming from outside and was tapping into his ears, but that only faded into the back of his black brain while his eyes stayed half lit. Then it came, 'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!' And Grey's neck snapped up and his eyes opened wide. "Coming!" Grey yelled sitting up from his chair quickly and wobble. "What is it?!" Millie yelled from all the way upstairs but she wouldn't get down here in a good while with the bump in her gut. "I'm getting it, don't worry." Grey walked over to the door and slowly turned it open. It was Dustin Dwayne, the man from the store Grey saw last month, he hadn't heard from him till now and he was waiting on him. "Hello?" Dustin smiled and clasped his hands together. "Night Kingsley. Can we talk? I meant to come here earlier but I known you weren't off work." "Oh, of course, come in." Grey moved back and Dustin walked in, then Grey could see the man's long car parked outside. Dustin stood by one corner of the house, and after Millie finally got downstairs she sat on her blanked chair her hands over her tummy. Grey stood by her watching the man. The man smiled and blushed a little, looking rather out of place, it was then and only then Grey noticed how it almost looked like one leg was longer then the other, it was rather wrong. "I'm sure you've heard this before from other people in town, but I'd really like to talk to you both about just how dangerous this area is, even more so for raising a child." The man eyed over at Millie's tummy but didn't directly address it. "We've heard a lot about it, but I don't think we're moving anytime soon." Millie said lamely, then Grey added on a "Maybe someday, but we can't just up and move right while we're having a baby." "Then move in town, I in pore you. We don't have great numbers but a good 50 people disappeared around this swamp in the 18th century, it's in the town's records, less in the 19th but it was surely still there. And your right in it, and I fully believe it only stopped because people here have had less and less children and they stay the Hell away from this swamp. And again, your both in the heart of it, with a child on the way!" Dustin let his hands move away from each other and stood tall. Millie said nothing while after a pales Grey only shrugged. "I think we'll be fine, we've already decided to stay, and we can't just leave on a hurry. Maybe someday, and besides, we don't want to live in town." Millie looked to the two men's faces to see how Dustin reacted, and he did very little. "I understand, you just need to know the gravity of situation." Dustin pulled out a fairly thick peace of paper out of his back pocket and stepped over to Grey and handed it to him. Grey leaned in closer to Millie and they started at it. It was a tiny recently printed off news paper records, very old looking, and tiny printed, it'd take a long time to fully read. "I just thought you'd should know." He said, with a strange look on his face.