Carla would walk home from work everyday, always after dark. The sun set early in Arizona, and rose even earlier. When she would get home, the cozy homes on her street would be quiet. The only light was a flickering street lamp.

This upset Carla, for many reasons. The street light would turn off and on rapidly, wait, then flicker again. It made the walk home much darker, more annoying, and, most of all, scary. The worst part - it was directly in front of her house.

One dull day in September, Carla caught a cold. She lived alone, with no pets, siblings, or children. This gave her plenty of time to think. Carla stared out the window, watching the street light flicker. A movie was on in the background.

“What’s that flicker, in the lightbulb?”

Carla turned around, staring at the television screen. There were two men, one staring at a light and the other looking at a notebook.

“It looks like morse code.”

Carla turned off the television. She turned and looked outside at the still flickering light. It stopped blinking. Carla ran and grabbed a piece of paper as well as a morse code guide. She waited for it to start blinking again.

-.-. .- -. / -.— —- ..- / … . . / — . / -. —- .— ..—..

**Can you see me now?**

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She took a step back, reading it. Her hands started shaking, her knees buckled. _What does it mean?_ She asked aloud. _What does it mean? _Her head was spinning. The world wouldn’t stop shaking.

“You found me.”

**_Part 2 soon! _**