The ink was the same ink that I use in my printer. Someone had taken it out and somehow, wrote, stay away on the carpet. Okay this was getting weird. Only eighteen hours left. I went back on a Tuesday this time. Not surprising there were police, ambulance, and coroner in front of the building as I arrived. They seemed to be regulars at the place lately. The head nurse frowned when she saw me. I guess, I was not the most favorite around here. The medics were wheeling out a body carefully wrapped in the white death shroud. "Who died, I asked a passing orderly?" "He looked at me very solemnly and said Mike, the other orderly, he was trying to clean out that guys room againd, I guess this time he got him." "Whose room," I asked. "You know him, he said, Josef." "Room 313, hes been dead for almost a month now and the room still aint cleaned out." "Why? I asked"
"Something always happeds, some freak accident or something, Mike strangled on the cord to the blinds." he said. "What, how, can that happen I asked. "Josef, had made it into a noose and they just said he slipped and somehow got his head in it, but most of us know different, he said quietly. I tried to picture him slipping and his head ending up in noose window blind cord and could not. You said he finally got him, I said, what did you mean by that?" He had sprained his wrist, nearly cut off his index finger while trying to clean it before, he said. "Martha kept making him do it, he sneered, but it is better him than me. The Martha he referred to was the manager of Peaceful Meadows. To make a long explanation short she captured the art of fakeness, and ruled with an iron fist staff and patients. "you would be wise to stay out of that room, he said." "I lied and said okay." Than I walked straight to room 313 the cops were gone, someone had removed the yellow tape leaving a small patch on the side of the door. I slowly opened the door. The strange tic marks I had seen in the halls were all over the floor in this room. Suddenly a styrofoam cup landed in front of me and slid toward the closet. I opened the door, two quiet knocks, came from a square bump in the plasterboard at the back of the closet. It took several minutes for me to manuever the "cubby" hole. Inside was a ancient looking chest. I brought it out and placed it on the bed. I thought it would be locked but it was not. I opened it. Inside were pictures and leather bound journals. I picked up the first journal. I opened it. In a neat handwriting was a journal entry from who I assumed to be Josef. The first entry began as. "Discouraged about the validity of my dimension emergence syrum. No, positive results with the current subjects." Suddenly I was violently thrown against the wall. My head crahsed against the wall, I saw stars, no the entire universe. Than the world went black.
Stay tuned
What is this love you speak of
Has it brought peace, justice, loss of ignorance
No too few have prospered without it
Io

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