October 21, 2025 ā¢ 25 mins
#10: Iām a janitor. They gave me a million bucks to keep my trap shut, and I did, for 15 years.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
They gave me a million bucks to keep my trap shut,
and I did for fifteen years. Last year, I was
making the rounds and I saw the professor again. I
had a heart attack three years back, and I tell you,
(00:22):
when I saw him standing there in front of room
two four, I felt another one coming on. He turned
and smiled. It was like you had an age of
a day in fifteen years. Hey, their chief, he said,
that was it. I dropped my clipboard on the ground
and high tailed it out of there, never looking back.
(00:46):
What I'm about to tell you is liable to make
me sound crazier than a three horned goat. But I
promise you there's crazier things out there. The cops don't
leave me. The official story is that the professor and
those students died fifteen years ago. Room two oh four
(01:07):
just up and exploded. They said, damnedest thing, And there's
some truth there. The room did explode, but it wasn't
an accident. We knew exactly what we were doing. We
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thought we did. They call me an assistant supervisor of maintenance,
but really I'm a janitor, always have been. You might
wonder why I'm still at it after getting that million
bucks doze for Junior, so he didn't have to go
(02:02):
through the same shit that I did. The night this happened,
I was assigned to the Astrophysics Center bit northwest of
the main Harvard campus until that night. This is always
my favorite beat. I mean, God help you if you
wound up in one of those bio labs. It's goddamn dead,
cut open animals all over the place. He used to
give me nightmares, and really, thinking back, I take those
(02:25):
nightmares of mutilated and scattered organs any night over the
stuff that has haunted me ever since. Anyway, I was
there mopping the hallway on the second floor of the
lab building when the door in a room two o
four opened up and this guy popped his head out.
Hey you It looked around to make sure that he
was talking to me. Yeah, can I help you, sir?
(02:47):
I thought he was going to bitch about the room
being a mess or something. How'd you like to make
a thousand bucks chief an hour's work at most easy money?
That sound good to you? You sure did. Things were
tied at home as they always were. A thousand would
knock off some of those long overdue bills. But I
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was also on a tight schedule. They didn't give you
much breathing room, didn't once you standing around thinking about
it all. I guess that sounds great, sir, I said,
but I got a stick to my beat. The man laughed.
We're about to make history, chief, he said, And you're
worried about emptying the bathroom trash. Come on, don't sweat it.
You won't get in trouble. Like promise. I'm a professor here,
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I'll vouch for you. The guy did look like a professor,
with carefully combed gray hair, big old glasses on his face.
I shrugged, leaning my mop against the wall, and said, sure,
what do I have to do? Fantastic? Come on in, Chief,
Come on in. I followed him into the room. One look,
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and I should have just turned around then and there
told him to keep his damn money. But I didn't.
As soon as I stepped in out the little hairs
all over my body. Stand up. I don't mean I
was scared. I mean like there was an electrical charge
in that room, and I had a guess about where
it was coming from. There in the center of the room,
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on a round table was a large glass globe crackling
with electricity. Like what you see if you go into
a kid's science museum. Like they somehow created a lightning
storm and a glass ball. This one was sort of
vibrating around on its stand and buzzing, and the lightning
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inside was black. I could feel the electricity coming from
it from across the room. There are four kids there,
students I guess, sitting in a row of chairs along
one wall. More than sitting, they were strapped into those
chairs with metal things over their heads, like those big
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bowl things you see at hair salons. They all had
their eyes closed. Um, I said, what's going on here?
Those kids? Okay, they're quite fine, said the professor as
to what's going on. As I said, we're about to
make some history. We're going to open the first wormhole. Wormhole,
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I said, like in the movies. The professor laughed. I
suppose so, chief, he said, Now, listen, we had a
last minute cancelation, but that's okay because it's an easy job.
We're gonna be kicking those things off here shortly, and
once they are properly kicked off, the wormhole will open.
I'll enter, and if I'm not back in thirty minutes,
you're to pull that lever there, and this will close
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the wormhole. It looked to where he was pointing, and
a big red lever attached to a giant whirring machine
that was hooked up to the metal bowls over the
student's heads. But won't you be trapped on the other
side of the wormhole? I asked, Not that I have
the slightest idea about what the hell was going on?
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Just so, chief, said the professor. I you've got this
down to two possibilities. One the wormhole opens up to
what we're calling the second universe. The best way that
I can explain this possibility is that there's a different
reality that exists on the other side of this one,
the other side of an invisible wall. The wormhole provide
a door in that wall. And the other possibility had
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the wormhole opened to a place that man was not
meant to go. Thirty minutes will give me enough time
to get in and out. If the first possibility is true,
and if it's the second, then you'll close the hole
with that lever, and my students will destroy my work.
This was all way above my pay grand and my
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head was spinning. Why only two possibilities? How the hell
did they come up with those two and if this
was real, what the hell would the professor take a
wind tossed chance of getting stuck in the place that
man was not meant to go. I mean, those are
just started questions amongst the swarm that was buzzing around
my head. I see that you have some reservations, said
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the professor. I assure you that your only job is
to pull that lever after thirty minutes. That's it. Chief
will take care of the rest. Anything that happens isn't
on you. Documentations quite in order. He tapped a foot
that was sitting on the circular table, and here, write
your check right now before we proceed. As he wrote
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out the check, I wondered if it would still be
valid if you got swallowed up by the wormhole. I
actually had that thought. As crazy as it sounds, it's
still also weird and abstracted me at that point. Here,
he said, handing me over the check. Let's do it, Chief,
as soon as I enter the hole, give me exactly
thirty minutes on the dot. It's all you have to do.
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I took the check, mumbled thanks, and watched as he
walked over to the machine. He pulled the lever. There
was a loud crackling sound, and I watched an unease
as one by one the student's eyes shot open. There
were no pupils there, like their eyes were rolled back
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in their sockets. Hey, no, I said, taking a step
towards the machine. They're quite fine, said the professor. I
assure you. Their jaws started to move like they were
grinding their teeth. The professor took a jar of neon
blue liquid from a shelf on the wall. He unscrewed
the lid and poured the stuff over the electric globe
on the round table. The things started going crazy, and
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then the globe shattered completely, bits of glass flying through
the air as shoots of black lightnings zapped out into
the room. I ducked down, and I had enough by
then and was ready to get the hell out of there.
And then it happened. A fucking black hole appeared in
the middle of the room, sucking in the bolts of electricity.
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It grew larger and larger until it took up half
the room. All I could hear was this rushing sound,
like the world's largest vacuum cleaner running at full throttle. Remember,
Chief shouted the professor with a wild look on his face.
Thirty minutes exactly, and then he stepped into the thing
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that was gone. At first, my mind was a mess,
staring at that bushing black hole that seemed hungry to
suck everything in. I looked at the kids hooked up
to the machine. Their eyes rolled back, white holes. Guess
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they looked like their jaws grinding away like crazy. There's
too much to make sense. I looked down at my watch.
Fifteen minutes, thirty one seconds had gone since the Professor
got swallowed up by that wormhole. My heart was pounding,
and I kept pacing back and forth and back and forth,
trying to work out what the hell was going on.
(10:07):
Then I started to zero in on it. I was
getting pranked. Not prank like we used to do as kids,
setting dog shit on someone's front porch and all that adeocy.
I mean a prank like the sophisticated college folks do,
where they tell you something's going on. The whole point
is to just observe your reaction, psychological experiment. Probably cameras
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in here watching me right now, see what I do.
Twelve minutes ago, I saw a trickle of blood coming
down from one of the kid's noses. I lean down
to look at him closely. He was shaking a bit
all over. If I throw that lever so I'll probably stop.
Maybe that was the test I had to decide between
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trapping the professor in the black hole and saving the
kids hooked up to the machines. None of it was real,
of course, but they didn't know that. I knew that.
But then, screaming in the back of my mind was
the voice, what if it's real? Ten minutes to go?
The professor had promised me that the kids were all right.
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Another one started bleeding from the nose. If it wasn't real,
it was a hell of a trick. Where did the
Professor go? If not through the black hole? I thought
about touching it, but whenever I got close, I was
filled with total terror. The sure seemed real, like it
really took you someplace far, far away from here. I
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walked over to the table and picked up the folder
that was there, Just like the Professor had said, the
first page was instructions to shut down the machine and
destroy it if he didn't return within thirty minutes. I
flipped that page over and the next one had a
photograph of one of the students. I read what it said.
It was a consent for him. Hi, Jackson Stewart, acknowledge
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the possibility of my imminent death if I participate in
this experiment. I am prepared to give my life to science.
I flipped that page and they were three more just
like it. I'm the lawyer, but there was no way
in hell that this experiment was legal if it was real,
even with those consent forms, so it probably wasn't real.
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And if it was, then the professor lied to me.
He said that the kids were fine. This folder was
telling me something else. Two minutes to go. I took
a deep breath and paced the room, watching each second
tick by. My mind was telling me that none of
it was real, but my gut was screaming in horror.
I just looked at my watch and be over soon enough,
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one way or the other. Thirty seconds, I walked over
to the machine and I put my hand on the lever. God,
damn it, Why is he cutting it so close? I
watched the second stick by, and I didn't know if
I could do it. I didn't know if I could
risk trapping the professor over the hell he had gone
off to five seconds. My hand was shaking. Four seconds
sweat poured down my face, dripping into my eyes. Three
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seconds one of the students started to moan. The one
I saw was named Jackson in the folder. Two seconds,
Oh god, oh God, God God. One second Jackson started
to shake. Zero seconds. Shit. I tensed my muscle to
pull the lever. One look at Jackson. I knew I
had to pull it. He was violently jerking around. Now. Wait.
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I stapped my neck around to see the Professor's head
sticking out of the black hole. Wait, damn it. Then
his shoulders were through. I turned back to Jackson. Blood
was pouring out of his eyes. I'm almost through. A
second kid started to shake. One more second. I looked
to see that the professor was through. He was back
in the room. Do it, he shouted. Two things happened
after that. At the exact same time, I heard a wet,
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popping sound, and I watched as the wormhole disappeared, as
though it was never there. But I had never pulled
the lever. I slowly turned to look at Jackson. His
head was gone, judging by the bits of brain and
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spatterings of blood on the bold thing above his neck.
His head had just exploded. The whirring of the machine
gradually died down, and then it was silent. The three
kids who were still alive stopped shaking and closed their eyes.
A tragedy, said the professor, pointing at Jackson the exploded head.
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But not for nothing. I've been there. I've seen it, Chief,
We've done it, Chief, I've seen it. I hunched over
and puked. It was weird, but my first thought was
in a messile, I have to clean up later. I
don't know. I guess my mind sort of shut down
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and I was going on auto pilot. I was the janitor.
I cleaned up messes. That was all I knew. Then
it hit me the reality of what had happened. You
son of a bitch, I yelled. You told me those
kids would be okay. The professor put this sickening smug
grin on his face. He would have been chief. Had
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you pulled the leverer at the thirty minute mark as instructed.
You told me to wait, did I? Yes, you fuck her.
I'm calling the police at a walky clip to my belt.
It wouldn't get me the police, but it would get
me campus security. I reached for it and had it
in my hand. When I heard a groan behind me,
I turned to see there was one of the kids.
They were waking up. I went to unstrapped them from
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the chairs. The first kid's eyes blinked open, and when
she saw the professor, she started screaming. It's okay. I said,
shit's okay, it's all over. She kept screaming, and then
the second kid woke up. He looked right at me
with wide, terrified eyes. Get us out of here, he shouted.
I'm working on a kid, I said, falling with a strap.
They're on tight. The third kid woke up. It's here,
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she said, it made it through. Everything's okay now, I said,
your friend, he didn't make it. I'm afraid, but it's over.
I'll make sure the professor pays for what he did
to you and your friends. The first kid was still
screaming at the top of her lungs. Kid, I was
out of here, shouted the second kid again. The third
kid looked at me, dead in the eyes, in a
totally calm voice and said, that's not the professor. What
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of course it is, I said, when I saw when
I turned around to look at the professor, and it'll
haunt me forever. The Professor's mouth was twisting around at
odd angles, like something was moving the lower half of
his jaw randomly, or like he was trying to get
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a hair out of his mouth that kept jumping around.
The veins on his neck bulged and sunk back down,
then bulged again so that they were thick ropes. His
wrists were rotating in ways they weren't supposed to rotate
as his arms flailed around lolmly. I had the first
kid the screaming. When free, she jumped up out of
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the chair, ran to the door, but her legs robbly
and she tripped over herself in the middle of the room.
I went to work on the second kid, clipping my
head around every second to look at the professor. He
looked like there was something crawling around under his skin,
something big. Get us out of here, the second kid
shouted yet again, the first kid still on the ground screaming.
I worked away furiously on the straps. If you believe
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in God, said the third kid, with an eerie calm,
then pray. I took a glance at the professor, and
that's when the first bone burst out of his chest
through his suit. I called it a bone, but it
was pure black, dripping with green slime. As for me,
said the third kid, I don't believe that there's a god,
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not after what I've seen. The second kid was free
and made a run for it. I screwed it over
to the third kid, but watched the professor reached out
an arm and grabbed the second kid by the top
of his head. The professor gave one quick twist and
let go. I heard a terrible snap, and the kid
slumped to the ground dead. Three more black bones came
out of the Professor's chest, dripping. He laughed and bent
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down to the first kid, who was still screaming as
bones began to poke out of his back like a
fucking stegosaurus from hell. What is that thing? I asked,
as I fumbled with the straps of the last kid.
It doesn't belong here, said the kid. No shit, I said,
getting one strap free. But what is It comes from
a terrible place, a place where there's nothing save pain,
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endless pain, incomprehensible to our minds. That's great, I muttered,
as I noticed with a sinking heart hit the screams
from the girl behind me had stopped and then I
heard a wet hunch. Oh, I couldn't help it. I
looked to see the professor tearing into the poor girl's
throat with long black fangs, dripping in green slime. I
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turned back to the kid, almost done with the straps,
just a few more seconds. What's your name anyway, kid? Claire? Claire,
I said, my mind, trying to stay focused. When I
get you out of the straps, I want you to
pick up this chair and throw it at the thing. Okay,
I'll do the same thing, okay, and then we make
a run for it. Do you understand. Can you do that?
I understand, said Claire. I do. Hope it works. I
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did hope it worked too. We have to make it work, Claire,
I said, yanking off the last strap. Come on. We
stood up together and I reached over to pick up
a chair. I hurled it as a professor with all
my strength, and it shattered against his bone back. I
heard a terrible shriek, and then watched his Claire's chair
followed behind. I grabbed Claire's arm with one hand and
reached from my pocket knife with the other. The only
way out of that room, and passing by the professor
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we started running. As I pulled the knife out and
flicked it open. The professor stood still, shrieking as the
green slime mixed with the red blood from the kid's
throat and dripping down his chin. I took a wild
stab at the Professor's neck and connected. I kept running
with Claire, leaving the knife stuck in the Professor's neck,
and made it to the door. I had my hand
around no, but I felt Claire pulling away from me.
I looked back helpless as I saw the professor reach
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long black claws into her gut. I threw open the
door and left her there. God, God, I left her there.
I made it outside of the lab buildings somehow. I
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don't remember how. My mind sort of just shut down
as I ran, Like hell, I guess I did have
the presence to go around and lock all the doors
on the outside, and I got on the radio to
the campus security and told him, you guys need to
get the police over to the Astrophysics Center fucking asap.
There's a fucking massacre in there. The front door started
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to rattle, and I heard that that got awful shriek again,
Repete said a voice over the walkie. Look, I said,
Call up Laurence Summers right now. Wow, the president of
Harvard at the time, and I seen us sign the
papers and the folder with all the other consent forms.
Tell him the wormhole Experiment's gone. Way fox South. They're
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rattling at the door stopped. I only prayed that the
thing didn't figure out. It could just break a window
and crawl out that way. This is the janitor, right,
said a different voice on the other end of the walkie.
This is a juke, the wormhole experiment. Have you been drinking?
Call Laurence Somers if you're out, and I promise you'll
never be able to live with yourself. Do it now.
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It was a horrible pause. I heard the professor trying
the side door, now shrieking once again. Ten four, the
fleet of black SUVs pulled up. Two minutes later, a
team of heavily armed men jumped out and ran past me,
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breaking through windows, jumping inside. I heard a stream of
gunfire and screams, and he screams, then the Professor's horrible shrieks.
After a while it was quiet. The second team of
men jumped through the broken windows. I didn't hear more
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gunshots I felt a hand on my shoulder and whipped around.
A man was standing there. I don't I don't remember
a single thing about what he looked like, but I
remember our conversation. Tell me what happened, he said. I
told him full story. Someone that I've just told you.
We're preparing to give you a lot of money to
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sign an NDA NDA no disclosure agreement. It means that
you can never tell anybody about what happened here tonight.
How much A million dollars and a promotion. The man paused,
you mean you still want to work to work here
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after tonight? Somebody's going to clean up the shit. I said, fine,
of course. And one more thing, And what's that, asked
the man. I want to know that this will never
happen again. I want you to blow all that shit
up and burn all of those notes, of course, and
I want to watch, of course, said the man. And
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so I thought it was over, but it's not. Last
night I saw the professor again. He looked me right
in the eyes. He flashed that smug grin. He said,
hey there, chief, And that's what I ran the out
of there. The police don't believe me. I sent a
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dozen emails to Laurence Sommer's assistant. I've called every number
that I've found listed for him. I i haven't heard
anything back. I don't know who else to turn to.
I'm afraid the Professor's going to open the wormhole again,
and I'm afraid this time he might bring his friends
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They gave me a million bucks to keep my trap shut,
and I did for fifteen years. Last year, I was
making the rounds and I saw the professor again. I
had a heart attack three years back, and I tell you,
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when I saw him standing there in front of room
two four, I felt another one coming on. He turned
and smiled. It was like you had an age of
a day in fifteen years. Hey, their chief, he said,
that was it. I dropped my clipboard on the ground
and high tailed it out of there, never looking back.
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What I'm about to tell you is liable to make
me sound crazier than a three horned goat. But I
promise you there's crazier things out there. The cops don't
leave me. The official story is that the professor and
those students died fifteen years ago. Room two oh four
(01:07):
just up and exploded. They said, damnedest thing, And there's
some truth there. The room did explode, but it wasn't
an accident. We knew exactly what we were doing. We
(01:39):
thought we did. They call me an assistant supervisor of maintenance,
but really I'm a janitor, always have been. You might
wonder why I'm still at it after getting that million
bucks doze for Junior, so he didn't have to go
(02:02):
through the same shit that I did. The night this happened,
I was assigned to the Astrophysics Center bit northwest of
the main Harvard campus until that night. This is always
my favorite beat. I mean, God help you if you
wound up in one of those bio labs. It's goddamn dead,
cut open animals all over the place. He used to
give me nightmares, and really, thinking back, I take those
(02:25):
nightmares of mutilated and scattered organs any night over the
stuff that has haunted me ever since. Anyway, I was
there mopping the hallway on the second floor of the
lab building when the door in a room two o
four opened up and this guy popped his head out.
Hey you It looked around to make sure that he
was talking to me. Yeah, can I help you, sir?
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I thought he was going to bitch about the room
being a mess or something. How'd you like to make
a thousand bucks chief an hour's work at most easy money?
That sound good to you? You sure did. Things were
tied at home as they always were. A thousand would
knock off some of those long overdue bills. But I
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was also on a tight schedule. They didn't give you
much breathing room, didn't once you standing around thinking about
it all. I guess that sounds great, sir, I said,
but I got a stick to my beat. The man laughed.
We're about to make history, chief, he said, And you're
worried about emptying the bathroom trash. Come on, don't sweat it.
You won't get in trouble. Like promise. I'm a professor here,
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I'll vouch for you. The guy did look like a professor,
with carefully combed gray hair, big old glasses on his face.
I shrugged, leaning my mop against the wall, and said, sure,
what do I have to do? Fantastic? Come on in, Chief,
Come on in. I followed him into the room. One look,
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and I should have just turned around then and there
told him to keep his damn money. But I didn't.
As soon as I stepped in out the little hairs
all over my body. Stand up. I don't mean I
was scared. I mean like there was an electrical charge
in that room, and I had a guess about where
it was coming from. There in the center of the room,
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on a round table was a large glass globe crackling
with electricity. Like what you see if you go into
a kid's science museum. Like they somehow created a lightning
storm and a glass ball. This one was sort of
vibrating around on its stand and buzzing, and the lightning
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inside was black. I could feel the electricity coming from
it from across the room. There are four kids there,
students I guess, sitting in a row of chairs along
one wall. More than sitting, they were strapped into those
chairs with metal things over their heads, like those big
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bowl things you see at hair salons. They all had
their eyes closed. Um, I said, what's going on here?
Those kids? Okay, they're quite fine, said the professor as
to what's going on. As I said, we're about to
make some history. We're going to open the first wormhole. Wormhole,
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I said, like in the movies. The professor laughed. I
suppose so, chief, he said, Now, listen, we had a
last minute cancelation, but that's okay because it's an easy job.
We're gonna be kicking those things off here shortly, and
once they are properly kicked off, the wormhole will open.
I'll enter, and if I'm not back in thirty minutes,
you're to pull that lever there, and this will close
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the wormhole. It looked to where he was pointing, and
a big red lever attached to a giant whirring machine
that was hooked up to the metal bowls over the
student's heads. But won't you be trapped on the other
side of the wormhole? I asked, Not that I have
the slightest idea about what the hell was going on?
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Just so, chief, said the professor. I you've got this
down to two possibilities. One the wormhole opens up to
what we're calling the second universe. The best way that
I can explain this possibility is that there's a different
reality that exists on the other side of this one,
the other side of an invisible wall. The wormhole provide
a door in that wall. And the other possibility had
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the wormhole opened to a place that man was not
meant to go. Thirty minutes will give me enough time
to get in and out. If the first possibility is true,
and if it's the second, then you'll close the hole
with that lever, and my students will destroy my work.
This was all way above my pay grand and my
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head was spinning. Why only two possibilities? How the hell
did they come up with those two and if this
was real, what the hell would the professor take a
wind tossed chance of getting stuck in the place that
man was not meant to go. I mean, those are
just started questions amongst the swarm that was buzzing around
my head. I see that you have some reservations, said
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the professor. I assure you that your only job is
to pull that lever after thirty minutes. That's it. Chief
will take care of the rest. Anything that happens isn't
on you. Documentations quite in order. He tapped a foot
that was sitting on the circular table, and here, write
your check right now before we proceed. As he wrote
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out the check, I wondered if it would still be
valid if you got swallowed up by the wormhole. I
actually had that thought. As crazy as it sounds, it's
still also weird and abstracted me at that point. Here,
he said, handing me over the check. Let's do it, Chief,
as soon as I enter the hole, give me exactly
thirty minutes on the dot. It's all you have to do.
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I took the check, mumbled thanks, and watched as he
walked over to the machine. He pulled the lever. There
was a loud crackling sound, and I watched an unease
as one by one the student's eyes shot open. There
were no pupils there, like their eyes were rolled back
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in their sockets. Hey, no, I said, taking a step
towards the machine. They're quite fine, said the professor. I
assure you. Their jaws started to move like they were
grinding their teeth. The professor took a jar of neon
blue liquid from a shelf on the wall. He unscrewed
the lid and poured the stuff over the electric globe
on the round table. The things started going crazy, and
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then the globe shattered completely, bits of glass flying through
the air as shoots of black lightnings zapped out into
the room. I ducked down, and I had enough by
then and was ready to get the hell out of there.
And then it happened. A fucking black hole appeared in
the middle of the room, sucking in the bolts of electricity.
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It grew larger and larger until it took up half
the room. All I could hear was this rushing sound,
like the world's largest vacuum cleaner running at full throttle. Remember,
Chief shouted the professor with a wild look on his face.
Thirty minutes exactly, and then he stepped into the thing
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that was gone. At first, my mind was a mess,
staring at that bushing black hole that seemed hungry to
suck everything in. I looked at the kids hooked up
to the machine. Their eyes rolled back, white holes. Guess
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they looked like their jaws grinding away like crazy. There's
too much to make sense. I looked down at my watch.
Fifteen minutes, thirty one seconds had gone since the Professor
got swallowed up by that wormhole. My heart was pounding,
and I kept pacing back and forth and back and forth,
trying to work out what the hell was going on.
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Then I started to zero in on it. I was
getting pranked. Not prank like we used to do as kids,
setting dog shit on someone's front porch and all that adeocy.
I mean a prank like the sophisticated college folks do,
where they tell you something's going on. The whole point
is to just observe your reaction, psychological experiment. Probably cameras
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in here watching me right now, see what I do.
Twelve minutes ago, I saw a trickle of blood coming
down from one of the kid's noses. I lean down
to look at him closely. He was shaking a bit
all over. If I throw that lever so I'll probably stop.
Maybe that was the test I had to decide between
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trapping the professor in the black hole and saving the
kids hooked up to the machines. None of it was real,
of course, but they didn't know that. I knew that.
But then, screaming in the back of my mind was
the voice, what if it's real? Ten minutes to go?
The professor had promised me that the kids were all right.
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Another one started bleeding from the nose. If it wasn't real,
it was a hell of a trick. Where did the
Professor go? If not through the black hole? I thought
about touching it, but whenever I got close, I was
filled with total terror. The sure seemed real, like it
really took you someplace far, far away from here. I
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walked over to the table and picked up the folder
that was there, Just like the Professor had said, the
first page was instructions to shut down the machine and
destroy it if he didn't return within thirty minutes. I
flipped that page over and the next one had a
photograph of one of the students. I read what it said.
It was a consent for him. Hi, Jackson Stewart, acknowledge
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the possibility of my imminent death if I participate in
this experiment. I am prepared to give my life to science.
I flipped that page and they were three more just
like it. I'm the lawyer, but there was no way
in hell that this experiment was legal if it was real,
even with those consent forms, so it probably wasn't real.
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And if it was, then the professor lied to me.
He said that the kids were fine. This folder was
telling me something else. Two minutes to go. I took
a deep breath and paced the room, watching each second
tick by. My mind was telling me that none of
it was real, but my gut was screaming in horror.
I just looked at my watch and be over soon enough,
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one way or the other. Thirty seconds, I walked over
to the machine and I put my hand on the lever. God,
damn it, Why is he cutting it so close? I
watched the second stick by, and I didn't know if
I could do it. I didn't know if I could
risk trapping the professor over the hell he had gone
off to five seconds. My hand was shaking. Four seconds
sweat poured down my face, dripping into my eyes. Three
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seconds one of the students started to moan. The one
I saw was named Jackson in the folder. Two seconds,
Oh god, oh God, God God. One second Jackson started
to shake. Zero seconds. Shit. I tensed my muscle to
pull the lever. One look at Jackson. I knew I
had to pull it. He was violently jerking around. Now. Wait.
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I stapped my neck around to see the Professor's head
sticking out of the black hole. Wait, damn it. Then
his shoulders were through. I turned back to Jackson. Blood
was pouring out of his eyes. I'm almost through. A
second kid started to shake. One more second. I looked
to see that the professor was through. He was back
in the room. Do it, he shouted. Two things happened
after that. At the exact same time, I heard a wet,
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popping sound, and I watched as the wormhole disappeared, as
though it was never there. But I had never pulled
the lever. I slowly turned to look at Jackson. His
head was gone, judging by the bits of brain and
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spatterings of blood on the bold thing above his neck.
His head had just exploded. The whirring of the machine
gradually died down, and then it was silent. The three
kids who were still alive stopped shaking and closed their eyes.
A tragedy, said the professor, pointing at Jackson the exploded head.
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But not for nothing. I've been there. I've seen it, Chief,
We've done it, Chief, I've seen it. I hunched over
and puked. It was weird, but my first thought was
in a messile, I have to clean up later. I
don't know. I guess my mind sort of shut down
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and I was going on auto pilot. I was the janitor.
I cleaned up messes. That was all I knew. Then
it hit me the reality of what had happened. You
son of a bitch, I yelled. You told me those
kids would be okay. The professor put this sickening smug
grin on his face. He would have been chief. Had
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you pulled the leverer at the thirty minute mark as instructed.
You told me to wait, did I? Yes, you fuck her.
I'm calling the police at a walky clip to my belt.
It wouldn't get me the police, but it would get
me campus security. I reached for it and had it
in my hand. When I heard a groan behind me,
I turned to see there was one of the kids.
They were waking up. I went to unstrapped them from
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the chairs. The first kid's eyes blinked open, and when
she saw the professor, she started screaming. It's okay. I said,
shit's okay, it's all over. She kept screaming, and then
the second kid woke up. He looked right at me
with wide, terrified eyes. Get us out of here, he shouted.
I'm working on a kid, I said, falling with a strap.
They're on tight. The third kid woke up. It's here,
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she said, it made it through. Everything's okay now, I said,
your friend, he didn't make it. I'm afraid, but it's over.
I'll make sure the professor pays for what he did
to you and your friends. The first kid was still
screaming at the top of her lungs. Kid, I was
out of here, shouted the second kid again. The third
kid looked at me, dead in the eyes, in a
totally calm voice and said, that's not the professor. What
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of course it is, I said, when I saw when
I turned around to look at the professor, and it'll
haunt me forever. The Professor's mouth was twisting around at
odd angles, like something was moving the lower half of
his jaw randomly, or like he was trying to get
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a hair out of his mouth that kept jumping around.
The veins on his neck bulged and sunk back down,
then bulged again so that they were thick ropes. His
wrists were rotating in ways they weren't supposed to rotate
as his arms flailed around lolmly. I had the first
kid the screaming. When free, she jumped up out of
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the chair, ran to the door, but her legs robbly
and she tripped over herself in the middle of the room.
I went to work on the second kid, clipping my
head around every second to look at the professor. He
looked like there was something crawling around under his skin,
something big. Get us out of here, the second kid
shouted yet again, the first kid still on the ground screaming.
I worked away furiously on the straps. If you believe
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in God, said the third kid, with an eerie calm,
then pray. I took a glance at the professor, and
that's when the first bone burst out of his chest
through his suit. I called it a bone, but it
was pure black, dripping with green slime. As for me,
said the third kid, I don't believe that there's a god,
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not after what I've seen. The second kid was free
and made a run for it. I screwed it over
to the third kid, but watched the professor reached out
an arm and grabbed the second kid by the top
of his head. The professor gave one quick twist and
let go. I heard a terrible snap, and the kid
slumped to the ground dead. Three more black bones came
out of the Professor's chest, dripping. He laughed and bent
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down to the first kid, who was still screaming as
bones began to poke out of his back like a
fucking stegosaurus from hell. What is that thing? I asked,
as I fumbled with the straps of the last kid.
It doesn't belong here, said the kid. No shit, I said,
getting one strap free. But what is It comes from
a terrible place, a place where there's nothing save pain,
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endless pain, incomprehensible to our minds. That's great, I muttered,
as I noticed with a sinking heart hit the screams
from the girl behind me had stopped and then I
heard a wet hunch. Oh, I couldn't help it. I
looked to see the professor tearing into the poor girl's
throat with long black fangs, dripping in green slime. I
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turned back to the kid, almost done with the straps,
just a few more seconds. What's your name anyway, kid? Claire? Claire,
I said, my mind, trying to stay focused. When I
get you out of the straps, I want you to
pick up this chair and throw it at the thing. Okay,
I'll do the same thing, okay, and then we make
a run for it. Do you understand. Can you do that?
I understand, said Claire. I do. Hope it works. I
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did hope it worked too. We have to make it work, Claire,
I said, yanking off the last strap. Come on. We
stood up together and I reached over to pick up
a chair. I hurled it as a professor with all
my strength, and it shattered against his bone back. I
heard a terrible shriek, and then watched his Claire's chair
followed behind. I grabbed Claire's arm with one hand and
reached from my pocket knife with the other. The only
way out of that room, and passing by the professor
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we started running. As I pulled the knife out and
flicked it open. The professor stood still, shrieking as the
green slime mixed with the red blood from the kid's
throat and dripping down his chin. I took a wild
stab at the Professor's neck and connected. I kept running
with Claire, leaving the knife stuck in the Professor's neck,
and made it to the door. I had my hand
around no, but I felt Claire pulling away from me.
I looked back helpless as I saw the professor reach
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long black claws into her gut. I threw open the
door and left her there. God, God, I left her there.
I made it outside of the lab buildings somehow. I
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don't remember how. My mind sort of just shut down
as I ran, Like hell, I guess I did have
the presence to go around and lock all the doors
on the outside, and I got on the radio to
the campus security and told him, you guys need to
get the police over to the Astrophysics Center fucking asap.
There's a fucking massacre in there. The front door started
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to rattle, and I heard that that got awful shriek again,
Repete said a voice over the walkie. Look, I said,
Call up Laurence Summers right now. Wow, the president of
Harvard at the time, and I seen us sign the
papers and the folder with all the other consent forms.
Tell him the wormhole Experiment's gone. Way fox South. They're
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rattling at the door stopped. I only prayed that the
thing didn't figure out. It could just break a window
and crawl out that way. This is the janitor, right,
said a different voice on the other end of the walkie.
This is a juke, the wormhole experiment. Have you been drinking?
Call Laurence Somers if you're out, and I promise you'll
never be able to live with yourself. Do it now.
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It was a horrible pause. I heard the professor trying
the side door, now shrieking once again. Ten four, the
fleet of black SUVs pulled up. Two minutes later, a
team of heavily armed men jumped out and ran past me,
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breaking through windows, jumping inside. I heard a stream of
gunfire and screams, and he screams, then the Professor's horrible shrieks.
After a while it was quiet. The second team of
men jumped through the broken windows. I didn't hear more
(22:15):
gunshots I felt a hand on my shoulder and whipped around.
A man was standing there. I don't I don't remember
a single thing about what he looked like, but I
remember our conversation. Tell me what happened, he said. I
told him full story. Someone that I've just told you.
We're preparing to give you a lot of money to
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sign an NDA NDA no disclosure agreement. It means that
you can never tell anybody about what happened here tonight.
How much A million dollars and a promotion. The man paused,
you mean you still want to work to work here
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after tonight? Somebody's going to clean up the shit. I said, fine,
of course. And one more thing, And what's that, asked
the man. I want to know that this will never
happen again. I want you to blow all that shit
up and burn all of those notes, of course, and
I want to watch, of course, said the man. And
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so I thought it was over, but it's not. Last
night I saw the professor again. He looked me right
in the eyes. He flashed that smug grin. He said,
hey there, chief, And that's what I ran the out
of there. The police don't believe me. I sent a
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dozen emails to Laurence Sommer's assistant. I've called every number
that I've found listed for him. I i haven't heard
anything back. I don't know who else to turn to.
I'm afraid the Professor's going to open the wormhole again,
and I'm afraid this time he might bring his friends
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back with him. Hear the kids, It's me, mister creepy pasta.
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