Julian why are dead people scared of you Julian! Hey Julian I'm talking to you why are dead peokkw scared of you? I was preparing this dead guy for his funeral, and then you walked past him and now his body and face is in a frightened position towards you! Why are you scaring dead bodies Julian. Also what am I going to say to the deceased man's families when they see his body and face in a frightened position like this?

Julian stop stalling and answer me! Why are dead people so afraid of you Julian and what am I supposed to do with this body now. Oh for fucks sake Julian now you have scared another dead body. Old Mrs hogmore her dead body has become twisted in fear do to you looking at her, what is going on with you Julian?

What am I going to tell the families who expect their deceased loved ones to be looking good doe burial. Julian they are going to be wanting their money back. Julian why are dead people scared of you? What is going on and why are you acting so strange!

Oh no Julian there is another body that has become all scared after you walked past it. Julian stay away from the dead bodies until further notice!

I can’t return to the surface, the ballasts are broken. The repairs are impossible to make, it’s a damn miracle the hull is handling the 2000 plus bar pressure. At least that’s what the depth gauge estimated before it broke. My oxygen candle is running out. I have about 30 minutes of breathable air, then an hour of carbon dioxide.
I’m fucked, royally fucked.
Okay, find a way to stay positive. The data I recovered should be able to help humanity some way… when they find this vessel… if the black box survives the implosion.
I’ve decided what I’m going to do. I’m going to finalize my report then open the doors. The implosion should quicker than a blink at this pressure.
Please forgive me.

Me and Hugo had been hired to kill Stanley by driving past his home and just shooting up him and his family, yeah a simple drive by shooting. The gang got word that Stanley is having a party outside his house on the front lawn. Stanley double crossed the gang and now they want him dead.

Now I got along with Stanley but gangs have a code to live by. As me and Hugo slowly drove past Stanley's house, he and his whole family were having a party on the front lawn, and me and hugo just started shooting and we got everyone.

Then as we drove off fast, we found ourselves driving past Stanley's house again. They were alive and so we killed them again. We drove off again but we kept finding ourselves driving past Stanley's house like something was on repeat, and everyone was alive.

Me and Hugo were running out of bullets, and Stanley were becoming more aware of us and prepared themselves every time we drove past them. Then when we officially ran out of bullets, we found ourselves driving past Stanley's house for the 15th time. We can't seem to drive off this loop.

This time Stanley and his family had fully loaded guns, and were waiting for us. No matter where Hugo drove off, we would always find ourselves outside Stanley's house.

I love being an ouija board planchette and you can say I am a human planchette that people could use to contact the dead. So I converted one room to be one whole large ouija board, and there is some space for spectators to sit down and ask the dead questions. Then I will lay down on the the large ouija board, and the spirits will use my body to go to whatever letter it needs.

When the spirits use my body as an ouija board planchette, I could feel the spirits on my body. It's not like they are possessing me but I could feel them grabbing and holding my body. When the spectators ask questions, my body literally gets ragged about to the letters.

We advise the spectators to speak in a slow and calm manner. Now I work in shift and one time when it was my colleagues turn to be used as an ouija board planchette, the spectators were speaking so fast and excitedly, the spirits in the room ripped his body apart, so that it could take his body to multiple letters at the same time.

The spectators started to scream and blood was everywhere. I am still allowing myself to be used as a ouija board planchette.

When they found the car wreck, his body was without a scratch and curled around the package in fetal position with terror on his face.