Estimated reading time â 19 minutes
Sometimes, otherworldly beings find interesting ways to try and contact you. They might use a Ouija Board, or maybe come to you in a dream, or sometimes they speak through another person. They each have their own style and preference thatâs particular to them. The one who contacted Jack spoke to him through his computer, or, I guess you could say the communication was through onscreen text. The first time it happened, Jack had been sitting at his computer playing Solitaire. A blinking red light from the router indicated that his internet connection was down again. This was at least a weekly occurrence, and Jack was getting used to this spotty internet service. As he moved his cards, the game faded into a solid black screen and the red text appeared.
âHi Jack, I need a favor from you. Youâre a very special person and I know youâll help me. I canât ask this of just anyone. I really need your help.â
Jack paused for a second. The router light was still blinking red. âIs this some sort of joke?â He couldnât help but wondering.
Several moments later the message continued, âYes Jack, I know this is weird for you. But I donât want you to worry. This is just a small, easy favor I need. Iâll make sure youâre rewarded.â
Now nearly in a panic, Jack reached around and pulled the internet cable completely from the wall.
âStill here, Jack. I donât want to waste any more of your time so Iâll get right to what I need. Tomorrow when you go to work I need you to move the large potted plant thatâs next to the elevator on the ground floor. All you have to do is pull it out three inches from the wall. If you do it at 8:17am nobody else will be in the area.â
Jack sat there, refusing to respond, still trying to figure out what was happening.
The writing continued, âLook Jack, Iâm asking you because I KNOW youâll do it. You wonât let me down. Youâre special. Weâll talk tomorrow.â
Jack pulled the power cord from the wall and the computer went blank. âDid that really just happen?â he thought.
Still shaking from the experience, he took a warm shower and got ready for bed, convincing himself that heâd either had some crazy dream or that is was just some elaborate joke. But who would play that kind of joke on him? He didnât really have friends, or enemies.
He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Work would start at 8:30am, and Jack was never late. He pulled into the parking lot at 8:10am. Normally heâd just go right in, but the message had told him to move the plant at 8:17am. Was he really going to do it? Overnight, Jackâs fear had turned into curiosity. Letâs say he moved the plant, he wouldnât be doing anything wrong or illegal, right? In Jackâs mind, the most reasonable course of action was to move the plant. Heâd do it, nothing would happen, and heâd be able to put this whole crazy matter behind him. One minute before 8:17 Jack left his car and walked towards the building. He entered the foyer at the exact time he was supposed to. The message was right, nobody else was around.
âOdd,â Jack thought. The building was normally busy this time of morning, but this temporary lull had been accurately predicted.
âFine! Letâs see what happens,â Jack muttered to himself.
He walked up to the large potted plant placed firmly between the two elevators in the lobby of the ten story building. The plant looked like it was fake, a decoration people passed every day without really noticing. It was heavier than Jack realized. He put some might into his effort and pulled the plant out three inches to his best estimate. He stood back and looked at the plant, then looked around the lobby. People were coming in behind him now and the lobby was starting to fill up again. Nobody seemed to notice the plant was in a slightly different location, nothing seemed different at all. Jack skipped the next elevator and waited, waited forâŚsomething. But nothing happened. Finally Jack entered the elevator and made it to his 7th floor cubicle, on time like always.
If you ever asked Jackâs coworkers to describe him, youâd hear words like polite, quiet, respectful, and competent. And while those words were all accurate, they gave little indication of the truth, the truth that Jack really didnât like most people. Thatâs not to say he disliked them, just that he had very little interest in getting to know them or being their friend, save for one. Allie, the girl who sat two cubicles down from him, was the only person he wanted to know more about. With her big smile, blonde hair, and beautiful figure, Jack was very interested in learning all about her. Despite his lack of success with women in the past, he was actually doing a fair job getting to know her. Every morning as he passed her cubicle, heâd stop for a chat. The chats were one minute at first, then two minutes, then several minutes. Jack was surprised that she actually seemed to like him.
On this particular morning, their daily conversation lasted only a couple of minutes. As they exchanged their morning greetings and talked about Allieâs wild night out, the elevator doors opened up behind them. Out hobbled James Bentley, the boss of both Jack and Allie.
Jamesâ loud complaining could be heard throughout the office, âMy damn foot!â
âWhat happened, James?â came the mumbled queries.
âItâs that damn plant they have in the lobby. I ran right into it and twisted my ankle.â
âJames, you can barely walk. You need to go to the hospital,â came Allieâs concerned reply.
âCanât do it now. I have meetings all day. Too important to cancel. Iâll just have to tough it out.â
Jack, feeling stunned, left Allieâs cubicle mid conversation and sunk down into his chair. It was his fault, he was sure of it. How could he have been so stupid and careless? Still, no use in worrying about it now. A twisted ankle would heal, everything would be alright.
Upon his return home, Jack went immediately to his computer and turned it on. As soon as the computer booted up, the screen went black and a new message popped up.
âHow was your day, Jack?â
He sat there, staring at the screen, not knowing how to answer. The message on the screen continued, âActually, I know how your day was, but never let it be said that Iâm not polite. Youâre wondering whatâs going on. You want to know why James Bentley had to twist his ankle. Well Jack, this chain of events isnât done playing out. I donât want to tell you too much too soon, but this will all make sense to you in short order. Just go to work tomorrow like you normally do. Donât worry about a thing Jack. Youâll be rewarded. Youâre special. Talk to you tomorrow.â
Jack sat back in his chair. What was going on? Who was this was sending him messages? Jackâs curiosity was fully engaged, and he was almost a bit excited to see what would happen next.
The next morning at work started off as any ordinary day. Jack noticed that the plant had been pushed back fully against the wall, probably by the night cleaning crew. James Bentley showed up shortly after lunch, hobbling into the office on his one good foot.
âMan this foot is killing me,â Jack could overhear him say, but apparently James still had a meeting he didnât want to miss. It wasnât until around 3 oâclock that Jack saw him again. James, who always seemed to prefer Allie over others, came limping up to her cubicle.
âAllie, youâre not doing anything right now, are you?â
âUm, no. Nothing that canât wait until tomorrow I guess.â
âGood, could you please drive me to see my Doctor? I probably shouldâve gone yesterday, but I just couldnât get away. This pain is just killing me right now and I donât think I can drive myself, I barely made it here this morning and I donât think I can even push the gas pedal right now. We can take my car if you want.â
âYeah thatâs fine James, I donât have a problem taking you.â Turning to Jack she said her goodbye, âSee you tomorrow, Jackie.â She put on her coat and slowly followed James as he struggled down the hallway. She gave a half turn and a shrug in Jackâs direction, with a little smile as she walked away. Jack felt even lonelier than normal when she was gone.
It was ten minutes later that they all heard the crash. It was preceded by the loud horn of an 18 wheeler and screeching brakes. The collision itself was a sickening thud of two large metal object colliding. Even on the 7th floor it was loud. The office workers gasped and ran to the windows.
âIs that Jamesâ car?â One of them asked.
âHard to tell from up here,â someone responded, âItâs so banged up.â
The horrifying implication of whatâd just happened came to Jack immediately.
âNo, no, no,â he though. âThis canât be true.â
Shaking all the way, he ran to the elevator and went to the ground floor along with several others from the office. Some of them were crying. As they joined the growing crowd around the scene of the accident, Jack could hear the far off sound of emergency sirens. Looking past the gawkers, he could see that the 18 wheeler had hit Jamesâ car broadside, its driver had been thrown out onto the pavement where he lay motionless. James was sitting in the passenger seat of his car, motionless but with a surprised look on his bloody face. Jack couldnât tell if he was alive or dead. The driverâs side, where Allie was seated, had taken the hit. The space sheâd been occupying had been compacted to a third of its original size. Allieâs head was smashed open and her twisted body was broken and battered. The crowd was stunned. Tears, screams, sirens; that was all Jack could hear. Without going back inside the building, Jack ran to his car and drove home, angry and sad.
He made the journey home and to his computer. There the machine sat, he wanted to turn it on, but was afraid of what heâd find out. Was he really the one responsible for Allieâs death? The whole chain of events had started with him. He knew he was to blame. Jack reached for the power button, and then pulled his hand back. Finally, after several minutes, he found the mental strength to turn it on. The screen flickered and then went black, and the familiar text started appearing on the screen.
âNo Jack, itâs not your fault. I know youâre blaming yourself. But all people die eventually, some just sooner than others.â
Jack stared at the screen. He resisted the urge to throw the monitor to the ground.
After a moment, the writing continued, âJack, Iâm going to tell you something, and I really need you to seriously consider everything Iâm about to say. You thought you were in love with Allie. The truth is, you just wanted to fuck her. And please excuse my language, but every once in a great while itâs best to be blunt. Jack, she wasnât the one for you. She wouldâve made your life miserable. Yes, you wouldâve eventually found the courage to ask her out. She actually was interested in you. She thought youâd make a good âproject.â Sad really, for her, not for you. I want you to think back to all the things she told you. Why did her last boyfriend break up with her?â
âBecause she cheated on him,â Jack mumbled under his breath.
âBecause she cheated on him, Jack. The same thing she wouldâve done to you. She wouldâve made you happy for about 2 months, and then miserable for the next 4 years. Sneaking around, laughing at you behind your back, spending all your money. Once you finally got rid of her, you wouldâve been so jaded that youâd never date again. This is true Jack. I see all future possibilities, the ones that come to pass and the ones that donât. Youâve seen how she really is Jack, but you let your lust for her blind you to the truth. Together, you and I have made sure you avoided that path. One more thing Jack, this isnât done playing out yet. Thereâs more to come.â
âNo! Fuck you! You killed her!â Jack screamed and threw the monitor from the desk. It landed on the floor and sparked out.
Jack got barely any sleep that night, and the next day he wasnât sure he wanted to go to work, but the last words heâd been told had piqued his curiosity, and his anger had somewhat subsided. No work was done that day at the office. The company brought in grief counselors, people shared their thoughts, they cried, they hugged. James had actually survived the accident, but was in a coma. The doctors thought he might recover eventually, but nobody was really sure.
Late in the afternoon, Jack was approached by Diego Salbara, the head of the division. Diego was blunt and upfront, and he offered Jamesâ position to Jack. Technically it would be a temporary promotion, but James wouldnât be back any time soon. Diego promised him that the promotion would be made permanent once enough time had passed.
âLetâs keep this low key for now.â Diego told him. âI know it might seem quick, but the Lancaster project James was working on canât be stopped. Itâs too important to the company. I need someone in charge right away, this canât wait.â
Stunned, Jack accepted the promotion. He left work with a strange mixture of feelings, not really sure how he felt about anything. On his way home, he stopped at the electronics store and bought a new monitor. He made it home and powered up the computer. Once again the writing came on the screen.
âJack, I want to be the first one to congratulate you! Iâm proud of what youâve accomplished.â
Jack stared at the screen.
âJack, I have to ask your forgiveness because havenât introduced myself yet. Iâm called the Seer. Like I told you before, I see what will be, and I see what can be. Itâs a very powerful gift I have. But you know what, Jack? For all my power, I still canât do anything corporeal. I can predict, I can see, and with enough effort, I can even communicate. But I donât have a body, thatâs something that was taken from me a long, long time ago. Thatâs why I need you Jack. Iâm an artist of sorts, an artist of human manipulation. Youâll be my paintbrush and my canvas. I want you to work with me Jack. Itâs all very simple, just perform simple tasks for me, from time to time.â
Jack was becoming more and more curious.
âAnd Jack, before you give me an answer, I want you to know a couple of things. First off, Iâll never lie to you. Secondly, Iâll never ask you to do anything which, taken by itself, is wrong or illegal. Yes, bad things will result, and sometimes people will die. But theyâre going to die eventually anyways, right Jack? And the bad will always be balanced out by something good happening to you.â
Jack winced at this last idea, but he fought the urge to turn the computer off. The Seer was right. Everyone would die eventually, why not let something good come of it? And what about never lying to him? If heâd known at the time that Allie was going to die, heâd have never gone through with the original favor. But as he thought more about it, he realized The Seer hadnât lied to him, but had only withheld information. Still, Jack wondered if he could trust The Seer.
âWork with me Jack, together weâll make incredible things happen. Iâm just asking you to perform little tasks from time to time. Oh, but these little tasks will have great consequences! Theyâre going to be beautiful Jack, and theyâll always end with a reward for you. Thatâs the beauty of my art, one single task produces something bad and something good. Oh, one last thing Jack, I can see youâre having trouble with this. If I stopped talking to you right now, it would take you about two weeks to decide to join me. But you know what Jack, you WOULD join me. Thatâs right, youâre going to say yes. So instead of waiting, why donât you just say yes to me now? Letâs get started Jack. And when all this is over, youâre going to thank me. I promise you.â
Jack considered what The Seer had just said. His initial feeling of revolt was slowly fading. He paused, and then for the first time, he placed his fingers on the keyboard and responded directly to The Seer. âWhat do you want me to do next?â
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As years passed, Jack did every favor the Seer asked of him, and as the Seer had promised, Jack was rewarded for his actions each time. The rewards often came in unexpected and interesting ways. One of the more memorable experiences for Jack happened about 2 years after he first agreed to help the Seer.
âJack, I need you to go downtown tomorrow,â the Seer requested. âEnter Garminâs Liquor at exactly 12:37pm. A man will ask you a question. The answer youâre to give him is âtwenty seven.’â
As always, the Seerâs instructions were simple and direct, yet mysterious. The next day, as requested, Jack entered the store. In front of him, a burly construction worker was at the counter filling out a lottery playslip.
âLetâs see here,â said the construction worker, âMy birthday, thatâs the 15th, my wifeâs birthday, thatâs the 24th, and my kidsâ ages, two, ten and thirteen.â
The man scratched his head and looked around, zeroing in on Jack, âHey buddy! I need another number. Ya got one for me?â
Jack smiled, âTwenty seven.â
âReally? I was thinkinâ bout playinâ thirty five. But ya know what? I like your face, letâs go with twenty seven!â
With that, the man completed his slip and paid for his lottery ticket. âSee ya, pal!â he said happily and he patted Jack on the shoulder on his way out the door.
Jack tried not to put any more thought into what would happen to this man. âJust let these things play out, Jack. Youâll never guess how things end up, so just let yourself be surprised,â the Seer had advised him. Still, it was impossible not to wonder about these things from time to time. He knew, considering the way the Seer worked, there was no way possible that heâd actually helped this man. But giving him a losing lottery number? That was too simple for the Seer. And he couldnât imagine heâd actually given him a winning number. So thatâs how Jack was surprised, when two weeks later, he ran into the same man again, this time at the grocery store.
âHey buddy! Itâs you! I remember you! Check it out, I won!â Indeed, the man looked like a million dollars. Wearing new clothes, a new gold watch, and a big goofy smile, the man walked right up to Jack.
âI didnât think Iâd ever see you again, but Iâm glad youâre here. I coulda never won without you. Hey, lemme buy these groceries for you. No wait, thatâs not good enough for you, youâre my good luck charm. Always gotta treat people right, thatâs what my mom says.â
Reaching into his pocket, the man removed his checkbook and promptly wrote Jack a check for ten thousand dollars. âItâs the least I can do for my good luck charm.â
After thanking the man, and feeling a bit confused by the whole thing, Jack raced home to his computer. After turning it on, the Seerâs writing appeared on the screen. âWell Jack, how does it feel to be ten thousand dollars richer?â
âIt feels good. But I canât help but wonder, weâve never helped anyone before. Why are we starting now?â Jack asked that question with a tinge of guilt. He never liked to admit that people were being hurt by his actions, but in this case his curiosity overwhelmed any latent feelings of guilt.
âOh Jack, we havenât helped anyone. Yes, that man is happy now, but heâll have lost every last penny within two years. You saw it for yourself, he just gives money away. Old friends, lost relatives, theyâre all going to come asking him for money. And there will be some very bad investments as well. The stress of losing everything is going to cause his wife to leave him. Sheâll take the kids too. Heâll be alone and broke, a ruined man who would have been much better off if heâd never won. You neednât feel bad Jack, itâs the manâs own stupidity and greed that will do this to him.â
Jack felt some regret, but the Seerâs rationalizing, and focusing on his own reward, always put him at peace in the end.
Through the years, no two tasks were ever alike. Sometimes the effects of his actions were direct and easy to see, other times they caused a chain reaction so complex that he simply could not follow it.
âGo to the County Administratorâs building, park in space number 43 at 4:47pm.â came one such request. Jack did so, and two months later he met Donna, with whom he fell in love and ended up marrying. He wouldnât have even known the two events were even related if he hadnât asked the Seer about it.
âJack, when you parked in that space, you caused the person who wouldâve parked there to park in a different spot, but she bumped the car next to her. She barely made a scratch, but she called her insurance agent anyway, causing him to leave the office late. He missed his train home, and while waiting for the late train, he was mugged and stabbed, heâll never fully recover. The muggers took his credit cards and used themâŚ..and Jack, I could keep going with this, but thereâs another twenty three people involved. Sometimes these favors are going to be very complicated, but letâs just say your action ultimately caused Donna to be in the exact right place for you to meet her.â
Jackâs relationship with the Seer grew. Though remaining mostly mysterious, the Seer divulged enough information over time so that Jack could get a generalized understanding of the Seerâs history. From historical references, Jack knew the Seer was thousands of years old. When still alive, the Seer had been a powerful fortune teller and artist, who foretold future happenings through paintings. A foolish king, who misinterpreted the Seerâs prediction and lost a battle as a result, had the Seer executed. Unencumbered by physical senses, and existing in a lonesome void, the Seerâs abilities expanded exponentially. Finally learning to communicate with the living, the Seer began reaching out to those who would respond, including Jack. And of course, the Seer knew everything about Jack. In all, it was as much of a friendship as one can have with a dead person. And Jack was grateful to the Seer too. He had a nice job, a nice house, a beautiful wife, and people respected him. He was happy, which is something he never really felt before the Seer contacted him.
Twelve years in total passed, twelve good years for Jack. Task after task was completed, usually about one every month. Jack, sitting in the office of his large rural house, was contacted by the Seer once again.
âHi Jack, I have a favor to ask of you. This oneâs the easiest yet, you donât even have to get up. Call Riagoâs Pizza in exactly two minutes, let the phone ring three times, then you can hang up.â
Jack smiled, nice and easy. He no longer wondered about how these tasks would play out. He trusted the Seer and simply did as he was told. Jack made the call, exactly two minutes later.
The quietness of the household was broken 30 minutes later by the ringing doorbell. âThatâs odd,â Jack thought. Neither he nor Donna were expecting anyone. Jack looked out the peephole and saw a pizza deliver boy. The logo on his cap said âRiagoâs Pizzaâ.
Jack opened the door. âHereâs your pizza,â said the boy as he thrust it into Jackâs hand.
âBut I didnât order this.â Jack argued.
âLook, I donât give a damn if you ordered it or not. Mr. Riago told me to take it here, so thatâs what Iâm doing.â the delivery boy argued, as he looked increasingly annoyed and spat in the bushes.
Jack looked at the boy in front of him. He looked to be about seventeen years old, but the most noticeable thing about him was his size, he was huge. Probably about six and a half feet tall, and very muscular.
âItâs already paid for by credit card, just take it, because Iâm not driving it back.â The boy put out his hand for a tip.
âI, I donât have any cash on me.â Jack told the truth.
âWhatever,â came the disgusted reply. The boy looked past Jack into the house, then turned and walked slowly to his waiting car, looking over his shoulder as he walked.
Jack closed the door and took the pizza to the living room, where Donna was watching TV. After explaining what had happened, he excused himself to go to his office, promising to return shortly.
Donna opened the pizza and took a piece. âCome back soon sweetie, this pizzaâs got all your favorite toppings on it.â Donna giggled as she took a bite.
Arriving at his computer, the Seerâs words appeared on the screen. âConfused, Jack? Donât be. Your neighbor down the road ordered the pizza. Mr. Riago told that boy the correct address, but a ringing phone made it difficult for him to be heard clearly. Still, give the boy credit, he got the street right at least.â
âSo my reward is a pizza?â Jack typed, a little confused.
âYes Jack, your reward is a pizza, and also the chance to spend a little time with your wife. Go down there, share the pizza, enjoy it. When youâre done, make love to Donna. Thatâs not one of your tasks, thatâs just some advice I think you should follow. Oh, by the way, your neighbors who ordered the pizza are arguing right now, over the silly fact that the pizza didnât arrive. Some of the things people argue over amaze me, they really do. Their fight is going to get very heated, but you donât need to worry about that. Go, enjoy your night.â
Jack followed the Seerâs advice, cuddled with Donna as they enjoyed their meal, then made love to her on their big, comfortable living room couch. Donna fell asleep on the couch shortly after 11:00pm. Jack lay there awake, this latest favor, it just felt odd. Carefully extracting his arm from under Donna, Jack left the living room and headed upstairs. Sitting down at the computer, Jack typed, âAre you there?â
âYes Jack, Iâm actually always here. Iâve been waiting for you to come back. That pizza delivery boy. Heâs quite a specimen, isnât he?â
Jack looked quizzically at the screen.
The seer continued, âHeâs a horrible employee. He was hired only three days ago and already Mr. Riago wants to fire him, but as a physical specimen, heâs strong, fast, and VERY observant. For example, he noticed that you didnât lock the front door after he delivered your pizza.â
âWhat?â Jack said aloud as he started to get up.
âSit down Jack. I need to tell you something important, and locking the door now wonât change your situation.â
Jack slowly took his seat again at the computer, looking behind himself as he did so.
âYou see Jack, itâs true that I never lied to you. Everything Iâve ever told you is 100% honest. But yes, Iâve withheld certain facts. You see, I told you that every task causes something bad to happen to someone else and something good to happen to you, but thereâs a third thing. Thereâs an ultimate goal that each task was working toward. Remember Allie? Of course you do. What you probably donât remember about her is that she was helping to pay her brotherâs way through college. When she died, he had to drop out. He was going to be a great psychologist, but now he works in a factory instead. Thatâs really too bad for our pizza delivery boy, he couldâve used a good therapist a few years ago, but that good therapist wasnât there for him, instead he got some Freudian quack. And remember our lottery winner? Yes you do. He was a neighbor to our pizza boy, after he lost all his money of course. He beat the boy senseless after the boy jumped into the street in front of his car. Quite a traumatic memory for our young lad. And his mother didnât care about that incident, didnât protect the boy at all. She couldnât, not after using all the drugs given to her by her boyfriend, who happened to be one of the muggers who robbed that insurance agent. He bought the drugs with the money he made from the robbery. Do you see now the scope of my artistry?â
Jack sat, glaring at the monitor. He wanted to get up, to check on Donna, but he was too scared to move.
The Seer continued, âJack, youâve done over a hundred tasks for me, and each one has served an ultimate purpose, to psychologically destroy this boy, turn him into a monster, and to bring him here tonight. Donât you see Jack? This involved tens of thousands of people, and billions of possibilities. If you had failed to complete even one of the tasks, the whole chain wouldâve collapsed. This was orchestrated by me, and set in motion by you. Together weâve done something wonderful, this is a masterpiece of human manipulation. Our masterpiece. And it all begins and ends with you, two perfect points in time. Tonight, wrong address, no tip, this poor boy finally snapped. Heâs downstairs right now. Heâs slitting Donnaâs throat, at this exact moment.
Jack could hear a short, muffled scream coming from the living room, followed by a gurgling noise.
âNo!â Jack screamed and stood up, starting to run downstairs.
âJack, stop!â The voice startled Jack. It was inside his head. For the first time, the Seer was talking to him directly. It was a pleasant voice, a feminine voice. âYou canât do anything, sheâs already gone. Heâll be coming for you shortly, and you canât stop him.â
âBut why?â Jack cried with tears welling up in his eyes.
âItâs not an artistic masterpiece if it doesnât begin and end with you, Jack.â Her voice was soothing. âI want you to appreciate the fact that Iâm talking to you directly. This requires all of my energy, and as a result, Iâll have to rest for several years before I can contact anyone again. Thatâs how special you are to me. Please donât feel bad about this, Jack. I want you to take a moment and enjoy our accomplishment as much as I do.â The voice paused briefly, and then continued. âDo you know what Jack? If Iâd never contacted you, you would have lived for eighty five years. Eighty five boring, meaningless, and bitter years. And when you died, nobody wouldâve been at your funeral. I gave you twelve great, meaningful years. You were happy, and together we did something beautiful, something unique.â
Jack paused a minute and considered his twelve years of happiness, and his tears of sorrow mixed with tears of joy. He turned and looked at the computer, while behind him, the massive hulk of the demented delivery boy appeared in the doorway, a bloody knife in his left hand.
On the screen, the last words from the Seer appeared, âDonât you have something to say to me, Jack?â
Jack wiped his tears, and absorbed everything the Seer had just told him.
As the hulk started stepping closer to him, Jack said mouthed his final words, âThank you.â
Credit: Thomas O. (Official Website ⢠Creepypasta Wiki ⢠Amazon)
Check out author Thomas O.’s debut collection of short scary stories, The Seer of Possibilities and Other Disturbing Tales, and his recent release, Three Truths and Other Unsettling Tales, both volumes now available on Amazon.com.
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