You might remember the hearse that parked opposite our house.
It’s back. Yesterday it just sat there idling for awhile, and when I approached in my hoodie, MMA Affliction t-shirt, and surfer pants, it sped off. I don’t know if these two things are related: my approach and its retreat.
Anyway, today I decided to be more circumspect when it appeared. So I drove down our street with my phone nonchalantly angled like I was texting…while I was instead taking photos. Here’s how that turned out…
UPDATE: 2:07, hearse gone again.
Here you can see my approach. I thought about cutting the engine and my lights so I could glide past, but thought that might look suspicious. The back doors of the hearse are open, and there’s some kind of rag or towel protruding. I didn’t see any blood.
Then things went a little wonky, with the drive-by imminent. This was supposed to be a close-up of the back of the hearse and whatever was inside. Instead, it’s a close-up of my own steering wheel and car keys. Which might still prove relevant during subsequent phases of the investigation.
This last shot should’ve been the crowning glory–I was right alongside the hearse and wanted a view of the crucial open side door, but my car was going a little too fast as I’d just seen two massive figures emerge from the house beyond the hearse. But I think you can still see the outlines of the hearse, or at least the tree above the hearse, which may also prove to be important in some way. More intel next week.