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So what? This is REDDIT. Reddit is an American website. English only. This guy ~~*was*~~ ***still is*** a real scumbag
My collecting journey began at a time when I had been drifting away from gaming. The big mainstream release at the time just did not interest me. This led me to broaden my horizons a bit, I began to play more independent games like Stardew Valley and Oxygen Not Included. I ended up having a great time with the Spiro the Dragon and SpongeBob BFBB remakes.
When I finally managed to get ahold of a PS5 one of the first games I played was Ratchet and Clank: Rift Apart and it was fantastic. That game made me fall back in love with gaming. After I finished it I really just wanted to re-experience the series.
This combined with my increasing interest in older and retro-style games led me to buy a PS2 on FB marketplace and later a PS3 on eBay. It has been about 2 years and since then my collection has grow to a few dozen ps1, ps2 and ps3 games as well as a Nintendo 64 and soon to be an original Xbox.
Original content and also I am not a doctor so take this with a humongous grain of garlic on top of Aramark garlic fries.
Fernando Tatis Jr. suffered a left shoulder subluxation in April 2021. In layman's terms, that's a partial dislocation of the shoulder joint.
He went on to dislocate it three more times that season.
He would usually do it with one-handed follow throughs on swings. With this being JHL's left arm and being a leftie batter, I don't think that same phenomenon would be an issue. It's probably a matter of it during his violent swings in general.
In October 2021 he actually opted against surgery because he wanted to play and not miss extended time. However when he got suspended 80 games for a banned substance, he changed his tune and decided to get the surgery.
"How I was feeling a little bit, coming back, I wasn't the best version out there,” Tatis said at the time. “A couple games, it got in the way. I was thinking and not diving headfirst, not doing my stereotypical movement. I feel like when I come back and start everything all over, I need to be 100% so I can do what I know how to do."
His questionable use of adjectives aside, it seemed like he wasn't 100% comfortable. Interestingly enough, Bob Melvin was his manager at the time, and he had this to say:
"From my understanding, I think everybody was hoping at some point in time he'd have it done. So he is. I think, as far as the medical staff goes, and even now himself, I think he realizes, 'Let's get this stuff cleaned up before I come back and play.'"
Now, what does this mean for Jung Hoo Lee?
First of all, this is entirely spectulation from a similar injury for a completely different person and player, and secondly, we should wait for the MRI results.
But simply to speculate, if the MRI is somewhat clean, it isn't out of the question--as evidenced by Tatis's case--that Jung Hoo Lee plays again this season.
Will he be uncomfortable, if we consider Tatis Jr.'s experience? Possible. Would he eventually need surgery anyways? Also possible.
All in all, I found this interesting and somewhat a glimmer of hope.
Most notably to me, Tatis looks really good after he came back. I'm not as concerned for JHL's career beyond this season especially given that he's a very young 25.
Don't get me wrong--this is still very disheartening, but there is recent MLB precedent that all hope isn't lost.
But again, we probably should let the doctors do the talking tomorrow.
I have two friends. Their names are Laura and Bob ( fake names). We have been friends for about a year now. When I first met them, Laura and Bob were in a semi-happy romantic relationship. A couple moths back they broke up for some reason, i’m not sure what, and I have been too afraid to ask. My parents think that Laura has a crush on me, and that is why they broke up. I am really not sure about this. We joke about being in a relationship all the time, and have had a few “romantic moments” here and there, but other than that I haven’t really had any reason to think she likes me in that way. Laura and Bob are still sort of friends after their break up. They get into fights frequently, and often I am having to comfort Laura when she is upset over something mean Bob has said to her. Still, they always end up coming back to each other. Recently, Bob has been not talking to me. He is constantly touching and flirting with Laura when I am around, and sometimes he even interrupts me to get Laura’s attention. Laura hasn’t really acknowledged this or tried to explain anything to me. I’m not sure if she enjoys this sudden closeness or not. I think I am in love with Laura, and that makes things way worse. It’s hard for me to be around them when they are acting this way. My family says that I should just tell Laura how I feel, but i’m worried that will make things worse. What should I do?
Unreleased ids - [ ] Masšh & Adam Port feat. Ninae - All I Got (Original Mix) - [ ] Antdot & Maz - Corpo e Canção - [ ] Minha Prece (Soldera & Crazt Remix) - [ ] Tough Love (Betical Remix) - [ ] Antony P X Julie - Welcome To The Diamond Aura (C.Sorrentino & Tom S) - [ ] KIKO FRANCO feat. Moser Dyve - Last Night (Extended Mix) - [ ] Mayra Andrade - Terra da Saudade (Tato Remix) - [ ] Pablo Fierro - Kababo (Unreleased Version) - [ ] Daughter Of The Sun - Ankhoi Remix - [ ] Vertigo (Carlita Remix) - ANOTR, Abel Balder - [ ] Rolling Arodes - [ ] Pontos de Exclamação (VXSION Remix) - [ ] Marasi - Opera (Original Mix) - [ ] Nostalgia - Smack That - [ ] O Amor Te Dá - VXSION & Sone - [ ] Kimotion - SHIK SHAK SHOK (master 2) - [ ] Adieu X Amana (Maz Unreleased) (RBY edit) - [ ] Donna Summer - I Feel Love (VXSION Edit). - [ ] VXSION - Ouakam - [ ] VXSION - Walking on a Dream - [ ] Maz & Antdot featuring Jéssica Gaspar - Brisa [Sounds Huge V3 24 44] - [ ] Choplife Soundsystem & Mr. Eazi & Ami Faku - Wena (Maz (BR) Remix) - [ ] Maz (BR) x Stromae - Povoada x Alors On Danse (Flex Diamond Edit) - [ ] Curol, VXSION - I Really Love (Extended) [Nature Recordings] - [ ] Phonique - BAKKA(BR) - Guaraná (Original Mix) - [ ] TE AMO - LAZARE EDIT - [ ] Bun Xapa - Thibang Thibang - [ ] Bakka (BR), Berimbouse - A Hora é Agora Ft. Rafa (Original Mix) - [ ] Father Stretch - CS Remix - [ ] Davido - FEEL (Raffa Guido Remix) Master - [ ] Bobby Caldwell - What You Won't Do For Love (VICTHOR Remix) - [ ] Michael Jackson - Beat it (Shimza Remix) - [ ] Milky Chance - Stolen Dance (VXSION Extended Remix) V5 - [ ] Nick Morgan - Take My Heart - [ ] Candi Staton - Hallelujah Anyway (Larse VIP Edit) - [ ] Viva La Vida (Choujaa & Epsylon Remix) - [ ] Moojo - I Want Your Soul - [ ] Do For Love (Moojo & REMIND)) - [ ] Malive, Luiza Gogoia, Morgado - Quintal - [ ] Classy 101 - Maz & VXSION - [ ] A kele nat - &friends - [ ] Beach house - Marten Lou - [ ] La travesia - Samm touch - [ ] Where r u now - &friends remix - [ ] Jackie Brown - &friends remix - [ ] Downstream - Lazare - [ ] 7 Days (Alex Wann X Sparrow & Barbossa Remix) - [ ] Moojo ft Gabsy - Ze Roberto v final - [ ] Moojo, AWEN - Giant (Unreleased) - [ ] Ilanga - &ME (Unreleased) - [ ] Busta, Black Coffee - Mamakusa - [ ] Maz - Ndaciii - [ ] Maz - Emoriô - [ ] 6A 123 Donna Summer - I Feel Love (VXSION Edit). - [ ] Pippi Ciez - Sinnerman (Original Mix V1A) - [ ] Moojo , Carlita - Havana MASTER - [ ] Solomun - Never Sleep Again (Keinemusik Remix) - [ ] 04 AMERICAN BOY (BETICAL EDIT) - [ ] Nitefreak-Ezizweni - [ ] Moojo - Lisboa ( MIX MASTER VERSION ) - [ ] Rui Da Silva - Touch Me (Peace Control Remix) - [ ] Eran Hersh & Marasi - Sweet Dreams - [ ] &Me - Slaves - [ ] Black Coffee - Juju (Chaleee & Sammi Ferrer Escalation Remix) - [ ] Drake Feat Black Coffee - Get It Together (Samson Remix) - [ ] Simian Mobile Disco, Deep Throat Choir, &ME - Caught In A Wave (&ME Remix) - [ ] Toto - Africa (Rampa Edit) - [ ] Billie Eillish - Everything I Wanted (Marten Lou Remix) - [ ] Ikerfoxx (ES) - Superstar [V2] - [ ] Rihanna - Take Care (Moojo Nissa La Bella Edit) - [ ] Nightcall - Arodes - [ ] Sade - Kiss Of Life ( Peace Control Remix ) - [ ] Ivyson - Girassol (Tato Remix) - [ ] SOA - Vou Morar No Mar (Tato Remix) - [ ] Armandinho - Outra Vida (Moser Edit) - [ ] Moojo - Ms. Jackson - [ ] Home - CamelPhat (Samm Ajna Remix) - [ ] Caiiro & Moojo - Here We Are - [ ] Bottom - Mano, Ajna - [ ] Moon J, Nani - Quema - [ ] Yawanawa Sina Vaishu - Alok ( Maz Remix ) - [ ] Essamina - Victor Alc - [ ] Boogie Gasoline - Mochakk - [ ] Sawa Sawaa - Rampa, Msaki - [ ] Lana Del Rey - Video Games (Joris Voorn Edit) - [ ] Pippi Ciez - Sinnerman (Original Mix V1A - [ ] Wena - Maz Remix - [ ] KURA - Sentir Saudade (GUAPO & Antdot Remix) - [ ] Beyond Us(Alex Wann Remix) - [ ] Holy Ghost (SANTIAGO & THE KiDDO EXTENDED EDIT) - [ ] Bob Marley - Is This Love (DSF's Believe In U Edit) - [ ] Caiiro - Son Of Mar MP3 RIP2024 - [ ] Bo Bom - Moeaike - [ ] Manu Chao - Me Gustas Tu (Adam Valey, LALISA Edit) - [ ] In and Out of Love (Rivo Remix) - [ ] Would I Lie - [ ] Maz & VXSION feat. Temper Trap - Amana's Sweet Disposition (Claes Sommer Private Edit) - [ ] Chris Baker - Ride (Mind Against Remix) - [ ] Hoax (BE) x Hoodia - Dune (Paul's Dream) - [ ] GO LOW RAMPA EDIT - [ ] ǍSIR (BR) - Artemas - I Like The Way You Kiss Me - [ ] &friends, Joseph (CH) - Jackie Brown - [ ] Miracle (&ME edit) RIP - [ ] Palane & Badbwoy - Les Saints (Extended Mix) - [ ] Ajna & Nomvula SA - Astro (FINAL) - [ ] Phill Collins - In The Air Tonight (Marasi Edit) - [ ] Peaty, Soldera - Niafunke - [ ] Pull Out The Fire - Kashovski - [ ] Nico & Vinz - Am I Wrong (Bask & Sabo Limit Edit) - [ ] Tal Fussman - North - [ ] Cut It For Me - &ME - [ ] Skepta - Bullet From A Gun (Colyn Private Edit) - [ ] Paradise - Samm - [ ] Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence (Will Clarke Remix)
Unreleased ids - [ ] Masšh & Adam Port feat. Ninae - All I Got (Original Mix) - [ ] Antdot & Maz - Corpo e Canção - [ ] Minha Prece (Soldera & Crazt Remix) - [ ] Tough Love (Betical Remix) - [ ] Antony P X Julie - Welcome To The Diamond Aura (C.Sorrentino & Tom S) - [ ] KIKO FRANCO feat. Moser Dyve - Last Night (Extended Mix) - [ ] Mayra Andrade - Terra da Saudade (Tato Remix) - [ ] Pablo Fierro - Kababo (Unreleased Version) - [ ] Daughter Of The Sun - Ankhoi Remix - [ ] Vertigo (Carlita Remix) - ANOTR, Abel Balder - [ ] Rolling Arodes - [ ] Pontos de Exclamação (VXSION Remix) - [ ] Marasi - Opera (Original Mix) - [ ] Nostalgia - Smack That - [ ] O Amor Te Dá - VXSION & Sone - [ ] Kimotion - SHIK SHAK SHOK (master 2) - [ ] Adieu X Amana (Maz Unreleased) (RBY edit) - [ ] Donna Summer - I Feel Love (VXSION Edit). - [ ] VXSION - Ouakam - [ ] VXSION - Walking on a Dream - [ ] Maz & Antdot featuring Jéssica Gaspar - Brisa [Sounds Huge V3 24 44] - [ ] Choplife Soundsystem & Mr. Eazi & Ami Faku - Wena (Maz (BR) Remix) - [ ] Maz (BR) x Stromae - Povoada x Alors On Danse (Flex Diamond Edit) - [ ] Curol, VXSION - I Really Love (Extended) [Nature Recordings] - [ ] Phonique - BAKKA(BR) - Guaraná (Original Mix) - [ ] TE AMO - LAZARE EDIT - [ ] Bun Xapa - Thibang Thibang - [ ] Bakka (BR), Berimbouse - A Hora é Agora Ft. Rafa (Original Mix) - [ ] Father Stretch - CS Remix - [ ] Davido - FEEL (Raffa Guido Remix) Master - [ ] Bobby Caldwell - What You Won't Do For Love (VICTHOR Remix) - [ ] Michael Jackson - Beat it (Shimza Remix) - [ ] Milky Chance - Stolen Dance (VXSION Extended Remix) V5 - [ ] Nick Morgan - Take My Heart - [ ] Candi Staton - Hallelujah Anyway (Larse VIP Edit) - [ ] Viva La Vida (Choujaa & Epsylon Remix) - [ ] Moojo - I Want Your Soul - [ ] Do For Love (Moojo & REMIND)) - [ ] Malive, Luiza Gogoia, Morgado - Quintal - [ ] Classy 101 - Maz & VXSION - [ ] A kele nat - &friends - [ ] Beach house - Marten Lou - [ ] La travesia - Samm touch - [ ] Where r u now - &friends remix - [ ] Jackie Brown - &friends remix - [ ] Downstream - Lazare - [ ] 7 Days (Alex Wann X Sparrow & Barbossa Remix) - [ ] Moojo ft Gabsy - Ze Roberto v final - [ ] Moojo, AWEN - Giant (Unreleased) - [ ] Ilanga - &ME (Unreleased) - [ ] Busta, Black Coffee - Mamakusa - [ ] Maz - Ndaciii - [ ] Maz - Emoriô - [ ] 6A 123 Donna Summer - I Feel Love (VXSION Edit). - [ ] Pippi Ciez - Sinnerman (Original Mix V1A) - [ ] Moojo , Carlita - Havana MASTER - [ ] Solomun - Never Sleep Again (Keinemusik Remix) - [ ] 04 AMERICAN BOY (BETICAL EDIT) - [ ] Nitefreak-Ezizweni - [ ] Moojo - Lisboa ( MIX MASTER VERSION ) - [ ] Rui Da Silva - Touch Me (Peace Control Remix) - [ ] Eran Hersh & Marasi - Sweet Dreams - [ ] &Me - Slaves - [ ] Black Coffee - Juju (Chaleee & Sammi Ferrer Escalation Remix) - [ ] Drake Feat Black Coffee - Get It Together (Samson Remix) - [ ] Simian Mobile Disco, Deep Throat Choir, &ME - Caught In A Wave (&ME Remix) - [ ] Toto - Africa (Rampa Edit) - [ ] Billie Eillish - Everything I Wanted (Marten Lou Remix) - [ ] Ikerfoxx (ES) - Superstar [V2] - [ ] Rihanna - Take Care (Moojo Nissa La Bella Edit) - [ ] Nightcall - Arodes - [ ] Sade - Kiss Of Life ( Peace Control Remix ) - [ ] Ivyson - Girassol (Tato Remix) - [ ] SOA - Vou Morar No Mar (Tato Remix) - [ ] Armandinho - Outra Vida (Moser Edit) - [ ] Moojo - Ms. Jackson - [ ] Home - CamelPhat (Samm Ajna Remix) - [ ] Caiiro & Moojo - Here We Are - [ ] Bottom - Mano, Ajna - [ ] Moon J, Nani - Quema - [ ] Yawanawa Sina Vaishu - Alok ( Maz Remix ) - [ ] Essamina - Victor Alc - [ ] Boogie Gasoline - Mochakk - [ ] Sawa Sawaa - Rampa, Msaki - [ ] Lana Del Rey - Video Games (Joris Voorn Edit) - [ ] Pippi Ciez - Sinnerman (Original Mix V1A - [ ] Wena - Maz Remix - [ ] KURA - Sentir Saudade (GUAPO & Antdot Remix) - [ ] Beyond Us(Alex Wann Remix) - [ ] Holy Ghost (SANTIAGO & THE KiDDO EXTENDED EDIT) - [ ] Bob Marley - Is This Love (DSF's Believe In U Edit) - [ ] Caiiro - Son Of Mar MP3 RIP2024 - [ ] Bo Bom - Moeaike - [ ] Manu Chao - Me Gustas Tu (Adam Valey, LALISA Edit) - [ ] In and Out of Love (Rivo Remix) - [ ] Would I Lie - [ ] Maz & VXSION feat. Temper Trap - Amana's Sweet Disposition (Claes Sommer Private Edit) - [ ] Chris Baker - Ride (Mind Against Remix) - [ ] Hoax (BE) x Hoodia - Dune (Paul's Dream) - [ ] GO LOW RAMPA EDIT - [ ] ǍSIR (BR) - Artemas - I Like The Way You Kiss Me - [ ] &friends, Joseph (CH) - Jackie Brown - [ ] Miracle (&ME edit) RIP - [ ] Palane & Badbwoy - Les Saints (Extended Mix) - [ ] Ajna & Nomvula SA - Astro (FINAL) - [ ] Phill Collins - In The Air Tonight (Marasi Edit) - [ ] Peaty, Soldera - Niafunke - [ ] Pull Out The Fire - Kashovski - [ ] Nico & Vinz - Am I Wrong (Bask & Sabo Limit Edit) - [ ] Tal Fussman - North - [ ] Cut It For Me - &ME - [ ] Skepta - Bullet From A Gun (Colyn Private Edit) - [ ] Paradise - Samm - [ ] Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence (Will Clarke Remix)
LONG STORY SHORT: I had a terrible human being for a boss. I wouldn’t get paid on time. He avoids TX workforce commission, writes bad checks to dealerships while owing them close to 100k, avoids certified mail and Is being sued in different states. I’m owed $4k+, I’ve been emailing and have gotten no update. What is my next step besides TX Workforce Commission. I’m a young single mother so I don’t have much to spend on a good attorney.
I got hired by a family member (they’re not the owner, they were the manager) in October 2023 to learn and train to be a collision estimator. I ended up playing a lot of roles in the company. I was a CSR, Office manager, service advisor and still training to be a collision estimator. The owner is a nightmare. He believes he’s above everybody, belittles you, blah blah literally a psychopath and many people agree, it’s not just me.
When it was time for my first paycheck, the owner of the company, we’ll call him Bob, called and apologized and explained he would have to pay me late, he explained this had only happened 3x before in his 20+ years in the industry. 🚩I let him know it was fine as he said he would pay me the following week. This pattern kept repeating on and on except the next times he wouldn’t call us to let us know instead he would leave early that Friday so we wouldn’t ask about pay. I was sticking it out bc I was getting paid fairly well and I am a young single mother who was still trying to learn my way into the industry.
It kept getting worse, at points I was owed two pay periods. I would have to go to him in person and ask for money, he would then ask me how much I needed (uh probably my whole check?) he would then Zelle me whatever amount he could.
A part of my job was to “harass” insurance companies for payment on vehicles that had just left the shop (that’s not how it works). He would have me call them multiple times a day, send emails, etc. All of my coworkers, all much older men who have been in the industry longer than I’ve been alive told me not to listen to him and not do that as it would cost us our relationship with insurance. I knew when, how and the exact amount of money we were getting in. By my last week, I noticed he was lying about what payments were coming in.
Other little things I would blow off are now super bright red flags. Past employees were calling about not receiving their W-2 (it was the last day to turn them in) and the “accountant” wasn’t an actual accountant. She didn’t know what she was doing. They would also mention they hadn’t received their last paycheck from the previous year! They explained how the Texas workforce was calling and this “accountant” would purposefully ignore their calls. She is notorious for this. They would team up and I guess ignore calls from anyone he owed money to. I had dealerships calling multiples times a day to get a hold of her, even though I know she was in her office. Some of these dealerships he owes close to 100k. He started writing bad checks upon delivery of parts. Some of these dealerships caught on and would no longer accept checks from this company.
Since I was in the front desk most deliveries would come to me, including certified mail, I would sign for it then deliver it to him. He told me that I shouldn’t do that and that certified mail is always bad news. 🚩
Anyways fast forward to a few weeks ago, I’m fed up I have no energy for this BS anymore. Then I go into work, the family member who hired me lets me know he got into it with Bob the day before and he let him go and let’s him know he can’t afford him anymore. In reality it’s because he let Bob know he doesn’t care about Bob getting sued in a different state and he doesn’t care what he has going on he just needs his money, over $10k owed. He lets me know I’m probably next. Fast forward a few hours, I can’t login into my software. I confront him he says he will give me a temporary password. Go back to my desk, I realize I don’t have my charger. I use my laptop charger and Bob asked for it the week prior saying his computer wasn’t working. I see a coworker giving another new hire my stuff and I ask for it. This guy is a yes man and says oh no Bob told me to give it to him take it up with him. Bob ends up coming into the space we are at and asks why I need, I tell him. He says no and we start getting into it. He ends up firing me and saying I need to give him the company phone I have. I say I’ll give it to him when I receive my paycheck. He says that’s called stealing he’ll report it stolen. I tell him I don’t care and that what he’s doing is stealing as well. He ends up calling the police. I talk to the sheriff, he tells me he can’t make him pay me any money just as he can’t make me give up the phone, but from his own personal experience it would be better in court if it shows I don’t have any company property. I hand it over with the condition I’m given a paper showing exactly how much I’m owed. He was able to get that for me. Now I’m emailing and calling and not getting any update as to when I’m getting paid. What’s the next step?
I dont think that anyone has 1971 as his favorite Dylan year. He wrote only an handful of songs and done only 3 concert appearances. He was slowly returning to the scene that will lead to Blood on the tracks and the Rolling thunder Revue and yet It Is this period that has bene recently on my mind (and on my headphones).
Of the Song written the most important are of course Watching the river flow and When I paint my masterpiece. It Is not surprising that in a time of calm and reflection he wrote mostly about his Art.
(On a small note he had also done a strange recording session with Allen Ginsberg and wrote George Jackson( in a way a spiritual predecessor to Hurricane) and also a very simple and cute country song called Wallflower. Very worth a listen if you havent done it)
Watching the River flow Is a strange Song. A Song about the never stopping and never forgiving passage of time ("Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street Who just couldn’t help but cry But this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow"). A Song so close to themes of the bucolic life of new morning and yet so different in many ways. Many think that this is about him wanting to withdraw from the music industry and yet there is "Wish I was back in the city".
I Always think that when I Paint my masterpiece Is the perfect self portrait of the enigmatic lying poet(and yet not afraid to make himself look silly, like the geese). The song has Always changed Just like Dylan both lyrically and musically. Of course there Is the question about rubble-trouble but also the Botticelli's niece-girl from Greece and many more. There Is also the cutted line "With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side" that together with some of the line from watching the river flow makes me think a lot about zen and eastern philosophy. Musically speaking you go from the slow and thoughtful version of '71 , the pure energetic rock of 75 and the many other different version even to this day
It Is not a wonder that he has sung both of these songs so many times in his concerts and being both present in Shadow Kingdom (and particularly with masterpiece as the opener).
Talking about concert he did two shows on the same day for the concert for Bangladesh. Most of the songs are on the official album but there Is also to talk about the beautiful version of "if not for you" with George Harrison. These two linked spirits with their Guitar and harmonicas, laughing and singing together, just two friend on a stage with nothing else worrying their minds. The third and last concert of '71 is the legendary and improvised concert of new year's eve with the Band. In this regard Robbie Robertson said "We had played with Bob so much, over the years, that we thought: We’ll figure it out. We’ll wing it,” and also "You know, we haven’t played this song in years. Some of the songs, we had never played together. But even that fell together, in its own kind of way. He sang his heart out, and it was a lot of fun that night.”.
Thank you for having read my rambling and I am sorry if I have made any grammatical mistakes.
I know that we all have our own deeply personal journies happening as we explore the Gateway, so this may not be common but I did want to check with the community as the experience I am about to share overlapped with much of the deep spiritual and esoteric experiences I have had while pursuing my skill development.
I have been practicing the Gateway now consistently every day since February when this gem was brought back to my attention through the flow of this reality. I have been steady, going at it methodically on obtaining and mastering the first pre-preparation tools until I am given a sign, or experience a significant event that affirms the state. This program has been life-changing, to say the least. I view my reality through a set of fresh eyes, habits that drained my energy or put me into a negative emotional state have been filtering out of my life. It has been the single most impactful activity I have ever done for myself.
A few days ago, I was in Free Flow 10, and I experienced what seem to be a test. I had a group of entities watching as I moved through the preparatory process and after successfully, albeit with some challenge, I found myself struggling to move through to roll and float. While doing everything I could, I saw some familiar faces/entities, and then I heard, what I interpreted as Bob's voice, saying something along the lines of "he is ready to proceed" or something of that nature. Objectively, I recorded this as such in my journal but also noted that it may be a Patriarch from my ancestors with a similar voice.
So my question for the community is, has anyone else experienced such an event, where those on the other side are waiting for them, watching and encouraging their progress like they are progressing through a course/graduating a grade? I swear I saw Bob, but it seemed uncanny to me at the time and I am sure further exploration will bring certainty to who was there.
Thanks for your time and Happy Journeys to you all!
SPOILER WARNING! DONT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T DONE THIS QUEST.
(I don't know how to censor text sorry)
This is going to sound really specific, and also very vague as I didn't finish the quest yet, so I apologize in advance.
I just started the quest today and finished the first part that is based in 1999. In that section there is a random throwaway voice over the comms in the train station if I recall correctly. This voice actor sounded a lot like mr. Lawrence, the va of plankton from SpongeBob. I don't know if this is just me, or if other people thought the same, but I was wondering the va of this voice. I realise there is a high chance I am wrong, but I can't find anywhere online with this information, and it isn't helpful that I don't remember the name of the character or who says it in game. Also not sure if it comes back as I haven't done the rest of the quest.
Hey folks, hello again. I took a bit longer this time to update (
Part 1 and
Part 2 here) you but at least I bring good news: this weekend, I got the definitive answer from the prison's legal department, and now I know how much I can tell (and I believe it's enough). For your information, after this incident and my eventual release from prison, I haven't contacted anyone I met behind bars, except of course for my wife, Linda. The point is, even after all these years, this story has troubled me a lot, and since my first post, I've become even more paranoid. Finally, this morning, I went out to get the mail but as soon as I opened the door, I came face to face with a small untouched white envelope, except for two identical characters stamped on its surface: 11. Linda is sleeping, and I don't want to worry her, I'm at the kitchen counter thinking about what to do with this envelope while reliving the final events of all this mess, of what was really inside cell 11.
It was morning, and there I was in my cell, in a scene poetically similar to this. I held a playing card, an 11 of clubs. I later searched for such a card online, but found nothing. It was strange, very well made. Before I could reflect more deeply on this, one of the guards passed by our corridor, opening the cell doors for our breakfast.
So, slowly, as if in a trance, I got up from bed and put the playing card in my pocket. Somehow, the card seemed to heat up in my pocket, I could feel the heat increasing and increasing, almost burning my skin. It was a strange stupor, almost drunken, I could even swear I smelled ether lingering in the air as I staggered to the cafeteria.
I slumped into the seat as I placed the tray on the table. Old Munford looked at me in a friendly manner:
"Overdid it yesterday, lad? Your hangover face is priceless."
I forced a weak smile in response to Munford's comment, trying to seem normal despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. The heat still burned in my pocket, an uncomfortable sensation that seemed to be intensifying with each passing moment.
"No, nothing much," I muttered, looking away to my food tray. "Just didn't sleep very well."
Munford seemed satisfied with my response and turned his attention back to his own meal. As I stirred the food without really eating, struggling to maintain my composure, I began to think about what to do.
My thoughts were interrupted when Francis joined us at the table, his usual smile lighting up his face. He looked at me with a questioning expression.
"Hey man, everything okay? You look awful."
"I think it was the heat, or maybe something I ate last night."
Francis frowned. Unlike the elder, he clearly wasn't convinced by my superficial explanation.
"Some of the guys told me they saw Bob talking to you last night. Did he do something?"
The question caught me off guard. All this news about the playing card had prevented me from thinking about the strange interaction with Bob since the previous night, but now the memories began to resurface, mixed with the heat sensation coming from my pocket.
"Oh, it was nothing," I said quickly, trying to sound casual. "Bob was just being a bit... Bob."
I felt Francis's gaze linger on my face for a moment.
"If he does anything, you know you can talk to us, right? I know he's one of ours, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on him."
I analyzed the options for a moment, reflecting on everything. Well, now it seemed to make sense, a prank by Bob, or an attempt to intimidate me...
"There's... something, Francis," I said in a low tone, feeling tense about the confession I was about to make. "Last night, after the card tournament, I... I ran into Bob in the hallway. He was questioning me about the tournament, accusing me of cheating."
Francis's face hardened at my words, a displeased expression passing over his features.
"Cheating? And you?"
"I swear I played fair," I replied quickly, the pressure building inside me. "But he was convinced I had some advantage, and... well, things got a bit tense... He walked away, and this morning I found this in my cell."
Deciding to omit the encounter with Tulley, I got straight to the point, pulling the card out of my pocket and placing it on the table. I could feel it almost incandescent now.
Munford looked at the card for a moment, his gaze narrowing as he studied it. The heat emanating from it was almost palpable, a strange aura that seemed to envelop the table.
"Is that... an 11 of clubs?" he murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and suspicion.
I nodded, my own confusion mingling with growing anxiety.
"Yes... I don't know, maybe Bob did this to scare me, to show that he has access to my cell, or to try to provoke me, knowing my fear of cell 11..."
My words were cut off when the guard's voice echoed through the cafeteria, interrupting our conversation as he announced that the meal period was over.
Francis looked at me with a serious expression.
"We'll talk about this later," he pointed to the card. "Mind if I take it with me?"
I nodded.
"No problem, feel free."
We began our march back to the cells, and I couldn't help but exchange glances with old Munford. He seemed to hesitate on the matter, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid. I made a mental note to speak with him as soon as possible. Our yard time would be in the next 4 hours, and I spent half of that time trying to ponder what had happened.
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep, sitting, with my back pressed against the wall of my cell. The dream, or rather, nightmare resulting from this was a disturbing experience.
I found myself standing, walking through the prison corridors in a way that seemed endless. The walls seemed to close in around me, creating a claustrophobic labyrinth that I couldn't escape. Every door I tried to open was locked, and the sound of footsteps echoed behind me, as if someone were following my every step.
Finally, I reached a door that was ajar, a dim light emanating from within. With a knot in my stomach, I pushed it slowly, revealing what seemed to be cell 11. But something was terribly wrong. A man was there, his back to me. Disheveled, uneven hair, a hunched posture, he was crouched down, rummaging through something I couldn't see, seemed to regurgitate. Suddenly, he stopped. He slowly got up and then looked at me.
Somehow, I knew that man was that prisoner, the one who had committed those atrocities and painted the eye on the damn cell. I noticed something dripping from his mouth, forming a red puddle in the center. On the wall, what seemed to be an incomplete sketch of the dreaded painting was there.
I watched, hypnotized by the horror before me, as the man slowly raised his trembling hand towards his face. Drops of that dark liquid dripped from his fingers, echoing in the oppressive silence of the cell. It was as if the very air was tainted with that impurity.
Before I could fully process what was happening, he began to move towards me, his irregular steps echoing like the distant clinking of chains. A visceral panic seized me, preventing me from retreating as he came closer and closer, his distorted figure gaining sharper contours as he advanced through the gloom. I could now smell the terrible scent he had, not just as something rotten, but a pure and concrete smell of death.
"Who... who are you?" My own voice sounded weak and trembling.
The man didn't answer. Instead, he kept advancing, his empty eyes seeming to pierce my soul. My heart was now pounding uncontrollably in my chest, a deafening cacophony that seemed to fill the entire space of the cell. I was about to retreat, to beg for mercy, when a voice whispered in my mind, a distorted echo reverberating like the sigh of a ghost:
"You... can you see? The watchful eye. He wants you. He liked looking at you."
The sound of my own breath echoed in the silence that followed, a dissonant note of fear and desperation. I wanted to scream, to run, to escape this living nightmare, but I was paralyzed by the terror that enveloped me like a coffin.
It was then that I woke up, gasping and covered in sweat, the echo of the whisper still resonating in my mind like a distant echo of a nightmare. For a moment, everything around me seemed distorted and unreal, a fleeting mirage, and then, I startled again. Munford was standing in front of my cell, staring at me with curiosity.
"Are you okay, son?" the old man asked in a soft voice, as if trying to calm a frightened animal.
I shook my head slowly, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of information.
"I... I think so," I murmured, my voice sounding strange and distant even to myself. "I had a horrible nightmare... It felt so real."
Munford nodded understandingly, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Yeah, the situation isn't good... but I came to talk about that letter, earlier in the cafeteria."
"Oh yeah, what about it?"
"Let's just say I've never seen a card like that, but the energy coming from it, oh yeah, I've seen that before."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, a few years ago, there was a murder in one of the cells. This was before Francis arrived, we didn't have much organization, lynchings were common, and in an attempt to reduce these incidents, we decided that the main suspect, a newly captured serial killer, would be forcibly transferred to cell 11. It was one of the most terrible incidents I've ever witnessed in here. And do you know how that man was known?"
I shook my head negatively. Munford leaned his hands on two bars, bringing his face closer to the center of them.
"The Card Cutter."
A wave of shivers ran down my spine.
"He used to leave playing cards as a kind of signature on the bodies of his victims. They say he would choose the card based on the person or the method of murder. So, when he was put in cell 11, things got even weirder."
"What happened to him?" I asked, a bittersweet and macabre curiosity in my mouth.
Munford sighed heavily, looking at a fixed point this time.
"A few weeks after being transferred, he was found dead in his cell. Hung with sheets. And next to his body..."
"What was it?" I could barely breathe as I listened.
"A playing card. An ace of spades, if I'm not mistaken. And that cell... well, since then, no one wants to stay there. They say it does something to people, kills them."
The shock of Munford's revelation reverberated in my chest, trembling as I thought about what could happen to Guard Tulley from now on, or worse, what could happen to us.
"So you think this card is... a warning?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, staring into the old man's green eyes.
Munford nodded slowly, responding more to himself than to me.
"I can't say for sure, but it's a possibility to consider."
I swallowed hard.
"What should we do then?"
He fell silent for a moment, as if pondering his words carefully.
"I have no idea. I guess all we can do is keep quiet; we don't want to scare the other inmates. Francis doesn't believe in these things, so I won't waste my time trying to convince him, and I advise you to do the same. Maybe if we just keep pretending that nothing is happening, things will sort themselves out. But remember: whatever this force is, it wants to take you to the cell, wants you to face the eye. Resist those urges, okay?"
The clock struck 12:30. Time for yard time. I walked with Munford to the yard, the sun burning our heads as we stepped outside, futilely trying to erase the worry from our minds.
As I watched the other inmates spreading out across the yard, trying to appear normal, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Bob, his voice low and threatening.
"What did you tell Francis?" he whispered, he was behind me, and I couldn't see him.
The flesh on my back trembled and twisted, the fluid of fear rising up to my brain.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Bob," I replied firmly, trying to sound confident.
He paused for a few seconds.
"You cheat first, and now, you make up lies about what I did or didn't do."
"I think there's a misunderstanding-"
"Shut up!" his voice rose sharply "I'm just here to say that I'm not a kid, I don't go around sending playing card letters or anything like that. I didn't threaten you with that thing, but now I am, and in a very direct way, and if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open."
He was dead serious, and the threat was as clear as day. But what could I do? Confront Bob directly like Francis? That could mean he wasn't trustworthy... My thoughts were interrupted by the guard watching us.
"You two, no contact!" he shouted.
"No problem here, officer," Bob said, pulling me into a hug that felt more like an attempted chokehold.
I tried to pull away unsuccessfully, and the officer seemed to simply not care.
"Okay, but we'll be watching," he turned away, and Bob shoved me against the yard bars.
"Listen here, Bob," I began, my voice firm, confused about where this courage had even come from. "I don't know what you're up to, but I won't stand still while you try to intimidate me. If you have something to say, then say it like a man. Otherwise, leave me alone." I pushed him away with my hand.
"You're a fool, you know that?" he muttered.
"I'm not looking for trouble, but if you want it, you'll get it. Let's just leave it be, okay? If anything happens to me, I'll make sure some people know and-"
My assailant's hand closed around my neck, tightening. I squirmed, struggling to breathe as I desperately tried to free myself from his grip.
"Going to call daddy? Look, Francis may have that whole attitude, but he won't do anything to me, or any of the guys," he remarked.
I noticed the usual group of big guys who hung around with Francis, they were watching us from afar, seeming to distract the boss.
"He's getting out in two months...but honestly, I don't think I need to wait that long."
I couldn't breathe. Fighting against the grip on my neck, my eyes desperately searched for any help.
"Let him go!" The guard shouted from afar, starting to make his way down the stairs to reach us.
Bob didn't obey. I felt my body losing strength, so I did what I could: I focused my strength into a clenched fist and punched the bastard in the stomach, aiming right at his gut. And judging by his expression, it worked. I saw him lean over, his hands releasing my body and being placed on his belly.
I knew if I let it slide, he would come back and continue to harass me, so that had to be a definitive response to the jerk that I wasn't an easy prey. I lunged at him again, this time with a well-aimed kick to his knee, trying to destabilize him. He staggered backwards with a groan of pain, falling to his knees on the yard ground.
The other prisoners now realized what had happened, and soon their shouts in a circle were audible.
"Go, get him! Don't hold back! Finish this guy off!"
I lunged at Bob, raising my hand time after time to punch him. He didn't take it lightly, grabbing my right hand as I prepared to hit him; I could feel the pressure applied to the joints, my fingers starting to crack, and I could feel them tense, about to break. In desperation, I threw myself onto him with the only weapon I had left: my teeth.
I felt the flesh of his neck between the rows of teeth in my mouth. Without thinking and trying to loosen the grip on my hand, I pressed on the pearly bones harder and harder, feeling them slide against the skin, the metallic taste slowly emerging as the flesh was torn.
The scene around me seemed blurry, as if I were watching everything happen from afar, in slow motion. Bob's scream echoed through the yard, mixing with the encouragement shouts from the other inmates. I felt a mix of adrenaline and horror as my teeth sank into his neck flesh, a strange feeling of power and disgust.
While still hunched over that bloody man, I felt the blows on my back: it was the guards. Their batons striking time after time as the adrenaline rush passed, and I now began to feel the pain. Without resistance, I let myself be pulled away. Bob wasted no time and moved away, stumbling as he covered the wound.
"YOU SCUMBAG, WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?"
As I was being taken away, everything around me seemed blurred, as if I were in a state of stupor. The voices of the other inmates echoed in my ears, mixed with images of the fight that had just occurred. I still felt the blood running through my mouth, dripping lightly onto the ground and forming a trail of red dots marking my path. However, before we left the yard, our warden arrived at the scene, and the guards stopped, my arm uncomfortably twisted behind my body.
"What's going on here?" His voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable tone of authority in his words.
"He... he bit a detainee, sir," one of the guards explained, firmly holding my arm.
The warden looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
"Why did you do that?"
My mind was spinning, trying to find a coherent explanation for what had happened. I knew it would be useless to tell about Bob's threat, about the playing card, about the fear he had instilled in me. So, I found the most plausible words I could gather:
"He... he provoked me, sir," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I... couldn't take it anymore. He was intimidating me, threatening me, and I... I lost control."
The warden looked at me for a long moment, as if assessing my words. Finally, he sighed, seeming resigned, approaching me with slow, steady steps.
"No, you did that because you're an animal."
He gave me two pats on the cheek, then wiped the blood running from my mouth.
"Take this one to solitary."
The prisoners began to shout, a real noisy commotion. I trembled at the thought of being locked up there. No one came back the same from solitary, but at that moment, I really think I'd prefer to go there than what was to come.
"But sir," one of the guards said, causing the inmates to fall silent in an attempt to hear something, "The solitary is occupied..."
The warden frowned, clearly irritated by the interruption.
"Then take him to cell 11," he ordered, his voice cold and authoritative.
That was the final blow, causing the uproar to become widespread, with even some inmates needing to be subdued with tear gas. I could see as I was pushed, Munford looking at me, a worried and distressed expression on his face; he said something I couldn't understand amidst the noise.
With my heart pounding erratically in my chest and my mind clouded with fear and uncertainty, I was led by the guards towards cell 11. Each step felt like it weighed tons, as if I were walking towards the abyss. I could feel the stares of the other inmates watching the scene, some with expressions of shock, others with a mixture of curiosity and indifference.
Finally, we arrived, and by this point, I was sweating uncontrollably; they opened the cell and threw me inside. My eyes instinctively closed as I fell to the ground. I didn't want to look at it. I got up, still blinding my vision, slowly groping around until I found the bed. I lay on it and turned to the wall beside it, my face as close as possible.
Lying on the hard bed, I could feel my heart beating so loudly that it seemed to echo off the concrete walls around me. Each beat was a pulsating reminder of my situation. I tried to push away the thoughts, but it was like trying to hold back a raging river with bare hands. All the while, I heard stories, heard things about that place, and now I was there, cornered by circumstances beyond my control.
Gradually, I noticed the thick layer of sweat forming around me. I could even feel my pores opening, pouring the water from my body in an attempt to cool myself in that stuffy, hot environment. I couldn't help but think about the heat of the card and... about Francis. He still had the card. Wasn't that dangerous? I fixated on musings about it.
In my feverish frenzy, time seemed to stretch infinitely in that dark cell, minutes dragging on like hours as I struggled to maintain my sanity. Every sound, every shadow was a source of growing anxiety until somehow, I fell into a deep sleep, dreamless this time.
I woke up in the middle of the night, with a faint noise coming from behind the heavy steel door. At first, I feared, wondering what it could be, but as soon as I regained my senses, I remembered where I was, and frankly, nothing outside could be worse. I cautiously approached the source of the sound, trying to listen better, when a "Hey, kid, it's me!" sounded whispered.
"Munford! Munford, I'm glad you're here, knew you wouldn't abandon me."
"Ha, I know, I know," he sounded nervous, perhaps hiding from the guards. "Look, I'd help you out, but I can't get it open from this side, try it there." A small plastic rectangle slid through the door gap. A credit card... I remembered I had done this many times before.
I grabbed the card and started working, carefully sliding it into the lock. Each movement was made with the precision I gained from years of street experience, trying not to make any noise that could attract the guards' attention. My mind was racing, and the tremor it transmitted to my fingers made motor coordination difficult.
Finally, after several minutes of trial and error, I heard a soft click, and the door opened slowly. I could smell the fresh air from the corridor and was already about to smile when, along with the bright light of a flashlight, I saw Bob, now with his neck and shoulder bandaged, along with three more of his cronies. Munford was being held by one, who held an improvised knife to his neck.
"Sorry, kid, they forced me," the old man lamented.
"Not so fast, princess." Bob pushed me inside, onto the floor, and then he entered with one of his cronies, closing the door behind him and illuminating me with the halo of his flashlight.
"What's up, Bob, can't you leave me alone?"
"You wanted to settle things, didn't you? Well..." he pointed to his wound. "You just signed your death warrant! But first, I'm going to make sure to pull out all your teeth and make you swallow them."
He lifted me by the collar of my shirt and landed a punch with his heavy hand. I felt dizzy, seeing stars, curling up into a fetal position. His laughter was now a terrifying melody to me.
"Look at this crybaby. Where did your bravery go?" He kicked my stomach, and I'm sure he found it an ironic poetic justice.
His cohort laughed until the beam of his flashlight shifted away from me.
"Hey Bob, what's that over there?" He said, simultaneously pointing with his finger and the flashlight.
Even though it was on the wall behind me, I knew what it was. I saw Bob straighten up to face it, becoming petrified. He and the other, standing there, mouths agape. I waited for seconds, counting mentally and holding my breath, expecting anything, but nothing. Until suddenly, I began to see small puddles forming under their lower eyelids, dark marks... of blood.
The red tears started to stream down their faces like large crimson waterfalls. Soon, they began to make a noise... a familiar noise, which made my mind freeze as I felt my toes curling inside my shoes and my mouth trembling uncontrollably. It was the same sound as Tulley's. They were now allowing these moans to escape their throats and resonate in the tight concrete walls.
I had to do something. I began slowly to pass by them, trying to edge around. When, however, I was almost reaching the door, I could see their shadows turning slowly in my direction. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it could be cut with a knife. I held myself back from trembling as I tried to maintain composure in front of those men, whose bloodshot eyes were now fixed on me, full of terror and despair.
"What... what's happening?" My voice came out in a trembling whisper, barely able to make myself heard.
Bob and his cohort remained silent. They began to walk towards me, and in desperation, I opened the cell door and slammed it loudly behind me, not caring about attracting the guards' attention. As I looked around, I actually noticed that this was a concern I didn't need to have.
The environment where I was wasn't what I expected, from the prison corridor. It was actually another cell. I stopped for a moment, confused, only to be surprised by a figure in the center of it. A man in a straitjacket looking at me with a petrified smile.
"I've been waiting for you," he said. His voice was blood-curdling, sounding like someone scratching a chalkboard with their nails or scraping a fork on a glass plate.
I tried to open the door but it was stuck. When I turned around again, he was leaning, his face inches from mine, eyes bloodshot. I almost fell backward. He laughed. It was like the last time, he had his mouth covered by a sticky red mass that dripped, probably serving as material for the painting, which now displayed an almost complete surreal eye. He turned and walked to the painting, and then he regurgitated it again. Since his hands were tied, he used his tongue as a brush, finishing the last line of the drawing.
"This," he whispered. "Is my masterpiece."
I was trembling. I had forgotten Munford's advice, and now I found myself petrified, just like the others, staring at the eye. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt like it was hours, days... years. All in the blink of an eye, or rather, in a stare without a single blink.
I tried in vain to regain my composure. Scenes of horror penetrated my mind. Cadavers, bodies marked by playing cards. Criminals, inmates being violently beaten with batons, pepper spray, and all sorts of luxuries the police can serve, I saw gang fights, blood, death, and abuse. I saw people being killed inside the prison. Each scene of violence that each of those who looked had already witnessed. My legs were no more than reeds in the wind now, and I just wanted to run away and scream, cry, and sleep to never wake up again. I tried to scream but the man came to me, placing his foot over my mouth.
"Shhh... you need to see."
He repeated this indefinitely. "need to see, need to see, need to see, need to see"
With superhuman effort, I managed to free myself from the weight of his foot on my mouth, but I could barely articulate coherent words. My voice came out trembling and weak when I finally managed to speak:
"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"
He simply continued smiling, as if my words were just another piece in his sadistic game. Then, with a quick and fluid movement, he approached me, so close that I could feel his fetid breath and the metallic smell of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Your mind is a fascinating playground," he murmured, his voice echoing in the claustrophobic space of the cell.
I felt tears running down my cheek, and I knew what color they were. I stood there, in shock, staring at the large painted eye, while my entire being was eaten alive in fear and dread. I don't know how much time passed, maybe the entire age of the universe, eternity, who knows. I woke up on the infirmary bed. Wires connected to my arm while a machine reproduced the "beeps" of my heart.
I looked to the side, seeing the green eyes of nurse Linda looking at me, concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"You need to see," I said, not even wanting to.
She frowned, evidently confused by my response. Linda seemed hesitant, as if she were trying to decide whether to ask more or simply ignore my strange statement. I could see the concern in her eyes, but also a certain curiosity, as if something inside her was intrigued by what I had to say.
"What do you mean by that?" She finally asked, her soft voice echoing in the silence of the infirmary.
I sat up slowly on the bed, feeling a wave of dizziness pass over me. My mind was still cloudy, as if I were struggling to emerge from a deep nightmare. I tried to articulate my words as coherently as possible.
"I... I saw things," I murmured, my voice still trembling. "Terrible things. In the cell... in there... something... something is wrong."
Linda watched me with a serious expression, her green eyes analyzing me carefully. She seemed to understand that something serious had happened, but couldn't fully comprehend what I was trying to communicate.
"Look... you and the others had a collective hallucination in that cell... The director has already arranged for an investigation, but we suspect carbon monoxide poisoning, we've already talked to him about the lack of windows in that place, but it seems he doesn't listen."
I stopped, confused by that information. Was I hallucinating? Well, maybe I would even think that if it weren't for what followed. A man in a dark suit entered. He had a serious and intimidating expression, and he asked Linda to leave.
"Listen here, young man, you're lucky to have come back. The others are catatonic... and probably won't come back to themselves. That's why your cooperation is extremely important, and we need to know: what did you see?"
I stumbled, recounting as much information as I could remember, from Tulley to Bob. The man listened to me without making any expression. After that, he took a radio that was hanging from his blazer and said some words that I didn't quite understand, something like "Ceter," "Queter"... and then he took a clipboard, handing it to me.
"This is your letter of freedom. Our proposal is as follows: We release you from prison and in exchange, you don't open your mouth about the specific events mentioned here," he pointed to the clauses.
That was five years ago, and given my freedom, you must imagine that not everything that happened is transcribed here, but the most important parts are. I ended up visiting Munford a few times after that, and I was horrified to discover that Francis, on the eve of his release, hanged himself with the bedsheet. The old man and I stared at each other after this discovery, in a mutual silent understanding. Shortly after, they closed not only the cell, but our entire pavilion, relocating the inmates. I never saw Munford or any of the others again after that. My nightmares persisted, but in recent months they have been much less frequent, and I think I might be slowly healing.
I wanted to say that this story ends well, with my rehabilitation. A troublesome prisoner full of stories becoming a family man. And it would be, if it weren't for the last 15 minutes of this morning. I believe you may remember that I received a letter this morning like that cursed number. I left it on the counter in the living room while I came here, to have breakfast and finish reporting this to you. When I finished the last paragraph, I went back to the room, but now, it seems like the whole nightmare is back.
I felt the tears, transparent this time, forming in my eyes. In the center of the room right now is Linda, holding the letter, looking at something in it that I can already imagine. She's standing there, wet and red stains on her face, I can hear her whispering "You need to see... need to see," and by God... I can see...