Let's go back to the beginning. In the days of settlers, train track was laid down and the Ohio Railway System was born and flourished. A popular train stop was my Town of Tucker because of our historic Inn with adjoining bake shop and amazing restaurant, fine tailor and dry goods store. The Inn and Tailor were the best for miles. As years passed, cars became more accessible to everyday folk and so the railway was eliminated to make room for highways.

Computers were in 1 of 3 homes in Tucker, and my family was within that statistic. Actually, our computer came from an estate in Ramsey which is 15 miles north of Tucker. I became fascinated with computers starting at age 5, and by 10 was doing repairs and answering questions from neighbors. My computer, though chronologically aging, looked as new as when we bought it.

One day while tinkering with the cell pad, an image of a man appeared on the screen. The image was clear enough to see a room full of people, but the focal point of the picture was a well manicured man, actually from what I could remember, he resembled the man we bought the computer from. The image quickly disappeared, a glitch I thought.

I've always been a laid back guy, I think newspaper people have the words story and stay calm engraved in their head. That night, while talking on the phone, a clearer image of the man came on screen. The next day, I searched my paper's obituary databank for a picture of the previous computer's owner. I found Aaron Maahen's picture as a perfect match to my screen's image.

For the first time in my 25 years, I was shaken with fright, but exhilarated with the unknown. After many days, I broke into an area of computer physics that placed me in Aaron's Maahen's house. I was literally in his presence, standing in the living room in front of an open window watching cars approach. Aaron opened the door to the first family, then the second and others who followed. The food smelled so delicious but it was untouchable by my hands. I discovered that Aaron was, after many years of being the finest Tailor for miles, getting competition from a newcomer in Hidden Creek, and so decided to give a party for his faithful customers.

Suddenly, I heard Mom screaming my name "Peter, Peter". Next thing I knew I was back in my room looking out the window at my dog lying on the street, a school bus stopped just inches away. After sometime, I realized I left the computer on, and that people might enter Tucker the way I did. I stumbled over my feet in a rush to get to my room. The screen was dark and a fear gripped my body.

Lately, there's been some strange things going on in and around town. There's new people who keep to themselves and old timers say the faces look eerily familiar, but the oddest incident was the recent fire at Hidden Creeks Tailor Shop.

A reporter is taught to never assume, but the circumstances cause me to speculate. I'm on leave from the paper because I'm dedicating myself to ridding the Town of this phenomenal situation I created.

I miss my quiet, small cozy picket fence community, and work tirelessly to rid Tucker of this world beyond realm I've created. I live with a looming fear of accidentally entering their dimension.

I suddenly see myself as I was at 5. I remember the outfit I wore and the smell of my Father's cologne. There's the computer we bought from nice Mr. Maahen.

Then, I see my Mother crying with the Tucker Gazette at her feet. The headlines read "Our esteemed colleague Peter Mether has disappeared. It's been three weeks since" .................the story drifts into text I cannot bear to read.