
26 Jan The Seer of Possibilities
āThe Seer of Possibilitiesā
Written by Thomas O. Wagner Edited by Craig Groshek Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek Narrated by N/ACopyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on CreepypastaStories.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed, adapted to film, television or audio mediums, republished in a print or electronic book, reposted on any other website, blog, or online platform, or otherwise monetized without the express written consent of its author(s).
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ā° ESTIMATED READING TIME ā 19 minutes
Sometimes, otherworldly beings find interesting ways to try and contact you. They might capitalize on your use of 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 thatās particular to them. The one who contacted Jack spoke to him through his computer, or more accurately, via onscreen text.
The first time it happened, Jack was seated at his PC, playing solitaire. A blinking red light from the router indicated that his internet connection was down again. This was a near-weekly occurrence, and Jack simply made note of it and returned his attention to his game. That was, until the screen abruptly went black. A moment later, red text appeared.
Jack wondered briefly if heād been hacked, or worse. Then he read the text, and everything changed.
āHi Jack, I need a favor from you. Youāre a very special person and I know youāll help me. I canāt ask this of just anyone. I really need your help.ā
Jack was thoroughly confused. The router light was still blinking red. He couldnāt help but wonder if he was on the receiving end of some sort of joke.
As if in response to his thoughts, the message continued.
ā I know this is weird for you. But I donāt want you to worry, Jack. I have just a small, easy favor to ask. Iāll make sure youāre rewarded.ā
Panic-stricken, Jack reached around and pulled the internet cable completely from the wall.
āStill here, Jack. I donāt want to waste any more of your time, so Iāll get right to what I need. Tomorrow when you go to work I need you to move the large potted plant thatās 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 8:17 AM, no one will see you, and none will be the wiser.ā
Jack sat there, shaking and unresponsive, trying to figure out what was happening.
The writing continued.
āLook, Jack, Iām asking you because I know youāll do it. You wonāt let me down. Youāre special. Weāll talk tomorrow.ā
This time Jack pulled the power cord itself from the wall. The red text blinked into oblivion.
For a moment, Jack wondered if he was dreaming.
Still reeling from the experience, he took a warm shower and got ready for bed, all the while trying to convince himself that heād imagined everything, or that he was the victim of some elaborate joke. But, he wondered, who would play that kind of joke on him? He kept mostly to himself, and didnāt have any friends, or enemies, to speak of.
He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. His shift started at 8:30 AM, and Jack was never late for work. Each day he pulled into the parking lot no later than 8:10 AM. Normally, heād just go right in, but the message had told him to move the plant at exactly 8:17 AM.
Was he really going to do it? Overnight, Jackās fear had mutated into curiosity. What was the harm in doing as he was told? So what if he moved the plant? It wasnāt wrong, or illegal. The most reasonable course of action then, in Jackās mind, was to move the plant.
Jack made up his mind. Heād do it ā he would move the planet three inches from the wall as requested ā and nothing would happen. Then heād 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; the office was unusually quiet. Jack found that odd, as the building was normally busy this time of morning, but the temporary lull had been accurately predicted.
Jack took a deep breath and made his move.
He walked up to the large potted plant placed firmly between the two elevators in the lobby of the 10-story building. The plant was clearly fake, the same decorative office staple that dozens of people pass by daily without realizing it. Jack was surprised by its weight. He put some might into his effort and repositioned the plant as asked, then stood back and admired his handiwork. He turned and cast a glance around the lobby. People were coming in behind him and the lobby was starting to fill up. No one seemed to notice that the out-of-place plant; nothing seemed different at all. Jack skipped the next elevator and waited for something to happen⦠but nothing did. Finally Jack entered the elevator and made it to his 7th floor cubicle, on time as usual.
Jackās co-workers, if asked to describe him, would likely refer to him as polite, quiet, respectful, and competent. What they failed to realize is that Jack didnāt care for other people all that much. Thatās not to say he disliked anyone; rather, he had very little interest in getting to know them or being their friend.
All save for one.
Allie, the girl two cubicles away, was the sole exception. Smitten by her beautiful smile, natural blonde hair and slender figure, Jack was very interested in getting to know her better. In spite of his poor luck with women in the past, he seemed to be making progress with Allie. Every morning as he passed her desk, heād stop by for a chat. Their conversations lasted only a minute at first, then two, and grew from there. Jack was pleasantly surprised that she actually seemed to like him.
On this particular morning, as usual, they spoke briefly. While conversing about Allieās wild night out, the elevator doors opened up behind them. Out hobbled James Bentley, their boss.
A moment later, everyone in the office was startled to hear Bentley shouting and cursing in pain.
Allie was quick to inquire. āOh my gosh! What happened, Mr. Bentley?ā
āAh, itās my foot! That plant in the lobby, someone ought to move that stupid thing. I ran straight into it and twisted my ankle!ā
Bentley winced each time his injured leg touched the floor. Allie rushed to his side to offer her assistance.
āMr. Bentley, sir, let me help you. You can barely walk,ā came Alliesās concerned reply. āDo you think youāll need to go to the hospital?ā
āNo can do; meetings all day. Too important to cancel. Iāll just have to tough it out.ā
Jack left Allieās cubicle mid-conversation and sunk down into his chair, stunned. It was his fault, he was sure of it. For a moment he wondered how could he have been so stupid and careless. Still, he reasoned, there was no use in worrying about it now. The damage was done. Besides, 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, in the same familiar red, popped up.
āHow was your day, Jack?ā
He sat there, staring at the screen, unsure how to respond.
The message on the screen continued.
āActually, I know how your day was, but never let it be said that Iām not polite. Youāre wondering whatās going on. You want to know why James Bentley had to twist his ankle. Well, Jack, this chain of events isnāt done playing out. I donāt 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. Donāt worry about a thing, Jack. Youāll be rewarded. Youāre special. Talk to you tomorrow.ā
Jack sat back in his chair. What was going on? Who was this was sending him messages? Jack was curious ā perhaps even a bit excited – to see what would happen next.
The next morning at work, everything was business as usual. 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 his office on his one good foot.
āI tell you, my foot is killing me,ā Jack overheard him say, but apparently his boss had a meeting he didnāt want to miss, and wasnāt about to let him injury get in the way of that. Jack didnāt see Bentley again until 3 PM, when he was spotted limping up to Allieās desk.
āAllie,ā Bentley asked, āyouāre not doing anything right now, are you?ā
āUm, no, sir. Nothing that canāt wait until tomorrow, I guess.ā
āGood⦠could you please drive me to see my doctor? I probably shouldāve gone yesterday, but I just couldnāt get away. Iām pretty sure I broke my ankle. I barely made it here this morning. and driving is practically impossible. We can take my car if you want.ā
āYeah, of course, Mr. Bentley, I donāt have a problem taking you.ā Turning to Jack, she said her goodbyes. āSee you tomorrow, Jack!ā
Allie put on her coat and trailed behind Bentley as he struggled down the hallway. She gave a half turn and a shrug in Jackās direction, flashing him a smile, as she walked away. Watching her leave, Jack began to realize just how much she meant to him, and he was determined to ask her out to dinner when she got back.
A few minutes, the entire office overheard the blaring of a semi-trailerās horn, followed by the sound of screeching brakes, and lastly, a sickening metallic crunch. Even on the 7th floor the collision was loud. The office workers gasped and ran to the windows.
A colleague gasped. āIs that Mr. Bentleyās car?ā
āHard to tell from up here,ā someone responded. āItās so banged up.ā
The horrifying implications of what had just happened were immediately obvious to Jack.
āNo, no, no!ā he cried. āThis canāt be happening!ā
Shaking, Jack ran to the elevator and headed to the ground floor, accompanied by several bawling coworkers. As they joined the growing crowd around the scene of the accident, Jack heard the far-off sound of emergency sirens. Looking beyond the gawkers, he could see that the 18-wheeler had hit the car broadside, and that Allie had been ejected from the vehicle through the windshield, and was now lying on the pavement, motionless. Still seated in the passenger side of the car, a look of shock evident on his blood-covered face. Jack couldnāt tell if he was alive. The driverās side, where Allie had previously been seated, had taken the brunt of the damage. The space sheād once occupied had been crushed to a third of its original size.
The crowd was stunned. The combined sound of crying, screams and sirens was deafening. From his vantage point, James watched in shock and horror as paramedics attended to his former companionās twisted, broken body. But even before they arrived, he knew: Allie was dead.
Jack sprinted to his car and raced home, desperately seeking answers. Arriving at his house, he stormed into his office and paused. There it was. His computer. He reached for the power button, but then hesitated and retracted his hand. He wanted to turn it on, but was afraid of what heād discover. Was he really the one responsible for Allieās death? The whole chain of events had started with him. In truth, he already knew the answer.
Finally, after several minutes spent pacing the room, Jack mustered the courage to boot up his PC. The screen flickered and then went black, and the familiar text appeared again on the screen.
āNo, Jack, itās not your fault. I know youāre blaming yourself. But all people die eventually, some just sooner than others.ā
Jack stared at the screen. He resisted the urge to throw the monitor to the ground. After a moment, the writing continued.
āJack, Iām going to tell you something, and I really need you to seriously consider everything Iām about to say. You thought you were in love with Allie. The truth is, you were just lusting after her. Forgive me, but every once in a great while itās best to be blunt. Jack, she wasnāt the one for you. She wouldāve made your life miserable. Yes, you wouldāve found the courage to ask her out. She actually was interested in you. She thought youād make a good āproject.ā Sad for her, really, 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?ā
āBecause she cheated on him,ā Jack mumbled under his breath.
āBecause she cheated on him, Jack. She would have done the same to you. She would have made you happy for about two months, and then miserable for the next four years. Sneaking around, laughing at you behind your back, spending all your money. Once you finally got rid of her, you would have been so jaded that youād never date again. This is true, Jack. I see all future possibilities, the ones that come to pass and the ones that donāt. Youāve 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 isnāt done playing out yet. Thereās more to come.ā
āNo! You monster! You killed her!ā Jack screamed and threw the monitor from the desk. It landed on the floor in an explosion of sparks.
Jack barely slept that night, and the next day he wasnāt sure he wanted to go to work. But his curiosity had been piqued, and his anger had subsided somewhat.
No work was done that day at the office. The company brought in grief counselor. People shared their thoughts, cried and hugged. James Bentley had survived the accident, but was in a coma. The doctors thought he might recover eventually, but no one could be sure.
Late in the afternoon, Jack was approached by Diego Salbara, the head of his division. Salbara was blunt and upfront, and he offered Jamesā position to Jack. Technically speaking, it was a promotion, albeit intended to be a temporary one, but Bentley would be out for months, at least.
āLetās keep this low key for now,ā Salbara told him. āI know it might seem quick, but the Lancaster project Bentley was working on canāt be stopped. Itās too important to the company. I need someone in charge right away. This canāt wait.ā
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 appeared on the screen.
āJack, I want to be the first one to congratulate you! Iām proud of what youāve accomplished.ā
Jack stared, unblinking, at the screen.
āJack, I must beg your forgiveness. I havenāt properly introduced myself. I am the Seer. As I said before, I see what will be, and also what can be. Mine is a powerful gift indeed. But for all my power, Jack, there are⦠limitations. I can see and make predictions, and, with enough effort, I can communicate. But I donāt have a body. Regrettably, mine was taken from me a long, long time ago. Thatās why I need you, Jack. Think of me as an artist of sorts; a painter, if you will. And youāll be my brush and canvas. I want you to work with me, Jack. Itās quite simple. All I ask is that you complete simple tasks for me from time to time.ā
In spite of everything that had happened, Jack had to admit he was intrigued.
āBefore you decide, Iād like to make two things clear. First, Iāll never lie to you. Secondly, Iāll never ask you to do anything which itself is wrong or illegal. Yes, bad things will result, and sometimes people will die. But theyāre going to die eventually anyways, right, Jack? And the bad will always be balanced out by something good happening to you.ā
Jack winced at the thought of the harm heād already done and considered pulling the plug again, but he fought the urge. Hadnāt he been misled already? After all, if heād known at the time that Allie was going to die, heād have never gone through with the original favor. Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the Seer hadnāt lied to him; it had only withheld information. Moreover, the Seer was right. Everyone would die someday. Why not let some good come of it?
āWork with me, Jack. Together weāll make incredible things happen. Oh, the things weāll do, Jack! They shall have great consequences! Itās going to be beautiful, Jack, and youāll be rewarded each and every time! Thatās the beauty of my art. Simply complete one single, seemingly insignificant task, resulting in a series of events, and culminating in a wonderful reward for you!ā
Jack stood, as if in a stupor, contemplating the meaning of it all. The Seer continued.
āOh, Jack, I can see youāre having trouble with this. Do you realize that if I were to stop talking to you right now, and leave you to your own devices, that in the end it would make little difference? In two weeksā time you would return, begging to join me… Thatās right⦠youāre going to say āyes.ā Itās only a matter of time. So, instead of waiting, why donāt we cut to the chase? Letās get started, Jack. When all of this is over, youāre going to thank me. I promise you.ā
Jack considered what the Seer had 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.
āWhat do you want me to do next?ā
* * * * * *
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 two years after he first agreed to get involved.
āJack, I need you to go downtown tomorrow,ā the Seer requested. āEnter Garminās Liquor at exactly 12:37 PM. A man will ask you a question. The answer youāre to give him is ā27.āā
As always, the Seerās instructions were simple and direct, yet mysterious. The next day, as requested, Jack entered the store. Standing in front of him at the counter, filling out a lottery slip, was a burly construction worker.
āLetās see here,ā the stranger mused aloud. āMy birthday, thatās the 15th. My wifeās birthday, thatās the 24th. And my kidsā ages: 2, 10 and 13.ā
The man scratched his head and looked around, zeroing in on Jack.
āHey, buddy! I need another number. Ya got one for me?ā
Jack smiled and replied, ā27.ā
āReally? I was thinkinā bout playinā 35. But you seem like a guy whoās in the know. Letās go with 27!ā With that, the man completed his slip and paid for his lottery ticket. āSee ya, pal!ā he said happily, giving Jack a pat on the shoulder on his way out the door.
Jack tried not to put any more thought into what would happen to this man.
āJust let these things play out, Jack. Youāll never guess how things end up, so just let yourself be surprised,ā the Seer had advised him.
Still, it was impossible not to wonder about these things from time to time. Considering the way the Seer worked there was no possible way that heād actually helped this man, but a losing lottery number? It was too simple, really. He couldnāt imagine heād actually given him a winning number. So, when two weeks later Jack ran into the same man again, this time at the grocery store, he was surprised.
āHey, buddy! I remember you! Check it out⦠I won!ā Indeed, the man looked like a million dollars, dressed in brand new clothes, and sporting a new gold watch, not to mention a big, goofy smile.
āI didnāt think Iād ever see you again, but Iām glad youāre here! I coulda never won without you. Hey, lemme buy these groceries for you! No, wait⦠thatās not good enough! Hold on just a secondā¦ā
Reaching into his pocket, the man removed his checkbook and promptly wrote Jack a check for ten-thousand dollars. āItās the least I can do for my good luck charm! Always gotta treat people right!ā
After thanking the man, and feeling a bit confused by the whole thing, Jack raced home to his computer. After turning it on, the Seerās writing appeared on the screen.
āWell, Jack, how does it feel to be ten-thousand dollars richer?ā
āIt feels good… but weāve never helped anyone before. Why are we starting now?ā 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 drowned out any feelings of remorse.
āOh, Jack, we havenāt helped anyone. Yes, that man is happy now, but heāll have lost every last penny within two years. You saw it for yourself; he just gives money away! Old friends, lost relativesā¦theyāre all going to come asking him for money. And there will be some very bad investments as well. The stress of losing everything will lead to his wife leaving him. Sheāll take the kids, too. Heāll be alone and broke, a ruined man who would have been much better off if heād never won. You neednāt feel bad, Jack. Itās the manās own stupidity and greed that will do this to him.ā
Jack felt some regret, but the Seerās rationalization, 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 obvious; other times, they caused a chain reaction so complex that he simply could not follow it.
One such request, in particular, stood out.
āGo to the County Administratorās building,ā the Seer once advised, āand park in space number 43 at 4:47 PM.ā.
Jack did as he was told, and two months later he met and fell in love with Donna, his future wife. He wouldnāt have known the two events were linked if he hadnāt asked the Seer about it.
āJack, when you parked in that space, you caused the person who wouldāve parked there to use a different spot. 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. Heāll never fully recover. The muggers took his credit cards and used them.ā
The complexity of it all made Jackās head spin.
āYou know, Jack, I could keep going with this, but thereās another 23 people involved. Sometimes these favors are going to be very complicated, but letās just say your action ultimately caused Donna to be in the exact right place for you to meet her.ā
Jackās relationship with the Seer grew. Though it very much remained shrouded in mystery, over time the Seer divulged enough information, such that Jack, at last, began to come to some understanding of its nature.
From historical references, Jack understood the Seer was thousands of years old. When still alive, it had been a powerful fortune teller and artist, who foretold future happenings through paintings. A foolish king, who misinterpreted its prediction and lost a battle as a result, had the Seer executed. Unencumbered by physical senses and existing in a lonesome void, the Seerās abilities expanded exponentially.
After some time, the Seer learned to communicate with the living, and began reaching out to those it found responsive, Jack included. The Seer, of course, appeared to know everything about Jack. All things considered, Jack considered the Seer a friend, albeit a dead one. Jack was grateful to the Seer as well. As a result of the agreement between them, Jack had a well-paying job, a nice house, a beautiful wife, and the respect of others. For the first time in his life, he realized he was truly happy.
Twelve years passed, each one ā in Jackās opinion ā better than the last. Task after task was completed, usually about one every month. One day, while Jack sat in the office of his large rural home, he the Seer came to him with another request.
āHello, Jack. I have a favor to ask of you. This oneās the easiest yet; you donāt even have to get up. Call Riagoās Pizza in exactly two minutes, and let the phone ring three times. Then you can hang up.ā
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.
Jack found this odd. Neither he nor Donna were expecting anyone. Jack looked out the peephole and saw a pizza delivery boy. The logo on his cap said āRiagoās Pizza.ā Jack opened the door.
āHereās your pizza,ā said the boy, thrusting a steaming box into Jackās hand.
āThere must be some mistake,ā Jack replied. āI didnāt order a pizza.ā
āLook, I donāt care if you ordered it or not,ā the delivery boy barked, before spitting into nearby bushes. āMr. Riago told me to take it here, so thatās what Iām doing!ā
Jack stared at the boy with a combination of curiosity and concern, and couldnāt help but notice his short temper and unusual appearance. about the boy was young ā no more than 17 – but extremely muscular, and exceptionally tall for his age; possibly six-foot-six, or more.
āItās already paid for by credit card,ā the boy said, extending his hand as if expecting a tip. āJust take it.ā
āI⦠I honestly donāt have any cash on me,ā Jack replied.
āWhatever,ā 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. āCome back soon, sweetie. This pizzaās got all your favorite toppings on it.ā Donna giggled as she took a bite.
Arriving at his computer, the Seerās words appeared on the screen.
āConfused, Jack? Donāt 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, youāve got to give the boy credit; at least he got the street right.ā
āSo⦠my reward is a pizza?ā Jack typed, a little confused.
āYes, Jack, your reward is a pizza, but thatās not all. You also got the chance to spend a little time with your wife. Go down there, share the pizza, enjoy it. When youāre done, make love to Donna. Thatās not one of your tasks; thatās just some advice I think you should follow.ā
āOh, by the way, your neighbors who ordered the pizza are arguing right now, over the silly fact that the pizza didnāt arrive. Some of the things people argue over amaze me, they really do. Their fight is going to get very heated, but you donāt need to worry about that. Go, enjoy your night.ā
Jack followed the Seerās advice, cuddled with Donna as they enjoyed their meal, and then made love to her on their big, comfortable living room couch. Donna fell asleep on the couch shortly after 11:00 PM.
Jack lay there awake, thinking about this latest favor.Ā Something about 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, āAre you there?ā
āYes, Jack, Iām always here. Iāve been waiting for you to come back. That pizza delivery boy, he was quite a specimen, wasnāt he?ā
Jack looked quizzically at the screen. The seer continued.
āHeās a horrible employee. He was hired only three days ago and already Mr. Riago wants to fire him, but as a physical specimen, heās strong, fast, and very observant. For example, he noticed that you didnāt lock the front door after he delivered your pizza.ā
āWhat?ā Jack asked, and he started to get up.
āSit down, Jack. I need to tell you something important, and locking the door now wonāt change your situation.ā
Jack slowly took his seat again at the computer, looking behind himself as he did so.
āYou see, Jack, itās true that I never lied to you. Everything Iāve ever told you is 100% honest. But Iāve 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 thereās a third thing. Thereās an ultimate goal that each task was working toward.ā
āRemember Allie? ā¦Of course you do. What you probably donāt remember about her is that she was helping to pay her brotherās 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. Thatās really too bad for our pizza delivery boy. He couldāve used a good therapist a few years ago, but that good therapist wasnāt there for him. Instead he was attended to by some quack.ā
āAnd remember our lottery winner? I know 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 didnāt care about that incident, didnāt protect the boy at all. She couldnāt, 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?ā
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.
āJack, youāve 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 bring him here tonight. Donāt 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 wouldāve collapsed.ā
āThis was orchestrated by me, and set in motion by you. Together weāve 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, after a wrong address and no tip, this poor boy finally snapped. Heās downstairs right now. Heās slitting Donnaās throat, at this exact moment.ā
Jack heard a short, muffled scream coming from the living room, followed by a gurgling noise.
āNo!ā Jack screamed and stood up, starting to run downstairs.
āJack, stop!ā
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.
āYou canāt do anything. Sheās already gone. Heāll be coming for you shortly, and you canāt stop him.ā
āBut⦠why?ā Jack cried, tears welling up in his eyes.
āItās not an artistic masterpiece if it doesnāt begin and end with you, Jack⦠I want you to appreciate the fact that Iām speaking to you directly. This requires all of my energy, and as a result, Iāll have to rest for several years before I can contact anyone again. Thatās how special you are to me. Please donāt feel bad about this, Jack. I want you to take a moment and enjoy our accomplishment as much as I do.ā
After a brief pause, the voice continued.
āDo you know what, Jack? If Iād never contacted you, you would have lived for 85 years. 85 boring, meaningless, bitter years. And your funeral would have been unattended. I gave you 12 great, meaningful years. You were happy, and together we did something beautiful, something unique.ā
Jack paused a minute and considered his 12 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.
āDonāt you have something to say to me, Jack?ā
Jack wiped his tears, and absorbed everything the Seer had just told him.
As his murderer approached, Jack said mouthed his final words:
āThank you.ā
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