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Sir Julius now looked directly at me.
It was my turn. And I honestly didnt know what to say.
Yes, I knew my reason for being here. But I didnt know if I could tell them
the truth.
I took a deep breath. Im here because I looked at the ten different faces
in front of me. Because Im looking for answers.
Migs deep set eyes grew more serious as he seemed to study my face. Aris
tilted his head. The four new people whod come in and sat behind them now leaned
forward to take a better look at me. Lanas face was now just inches away from my
cheek.
Can you explain? It was Sir Julius who asked. His voice was comforting in
the middle of all that scrutiny. His question sounded like an invitation that I could
either accept or refuse, and either way it would be alright.
I looked at Sir Julius, and tried to be honest. Im not sure I can.
Youve had a strange experience before, and you want to make sense of it,
said Migs suddenly. It was both a statement and a question. His voice sounded
slightly deeper when he said it, which made me look back at him. There was a slight
Voices in the TheaterExcerpt from
(Book One in the SPRG Series)by A.S. Santos
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darkening in his deep set eyes. Suddenly, a clear single thought flashed in my mind:
Hes talking about himself.
Yes, I answered, simply.
It was true.
Granted, it was an extremely abbreviated version of the truth, but the truth
nonetheless. I was beginning to realize that Migs really had a gift for summarizing
things so briefly yet accuratelywhether or not he was aware of it.
Oh, said Richard. He gave me a crooked grin. Id like to hear that story
sometime.
Chynna frowned.
I smiled politely. Maybe. Sometime.
Lana briefly squeezed my hand. Her smile was reassuring, as if she was
saying, Its okay. You dont need to say anything else.
Good. Sir Julius nodded. Thats a very good reason for being here. Is
anyone else looking for answers, like Sam?
An older-looking guy in a white collarless uniform raised his hand from
behind Aris.
Peter, he said, introducing himself. Peter Cartalaba. Aris turned a few
degrees sideways in his seat so he could get a better look at Peter, who was sitting
directly behind him.
Peters slightly wavy hair was clean cut, with a slight hint of bangs resting on
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his forehead. His voice was measuredculturedand coming from his chest.
Im actually in my second year of medical internship now. Which is why Im
lateI just came from a 24-hour shift from the hospital. He smiled openly.
Actually, the school doesnt really see me as a student anymore. And I really donthave much time for extracurricular stuff like orgs.
The girl to his right (who was also wearing a white uniform) nodded in silent
agreement.
But something happened to me, Peter continued. Well, something
happened to one of my patients. She died. But somehow we brought her back, and
when she woke up she said shed been to heaven.
Lana gasped beside me. The smile on her face was joyful as she hung on
Peters every word.
Shes only twenty-three. My patient. Lets call her Tina. Shes part of this
Charismatic group, so Im not sure if that influenced her experience.
She was leaving this building after a Bible study of some sort, when she gotsideswiped by a car. Dragged her almost ten feet down the street. Hit her head on
the pavement, broke a few bones. Her friends quickly rushed her to E.R. She was
gone for a few minutes. When she came back, she seemed very sure about what
she saw.
Tina said that after she died, she saw herself leaving her body. She said that
shed never felt so free in her lifelike she was everywhere and could feel
everything at once. Then she looked down at her body, and it looked so small and
worn out that she didnt want to come back to it.
Then she saw this bright light opening up from the ceiling. She went up to it,
and the next moment she found herself alone in this garden. But she could hear
music all around, so she didnt feel alone. In fact, the music seemed to come from
inside her, vibrating through her. Tina said the music was so comforting, like it was
embracing her with sound. For some reason, it made her absolutely sure that she
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was deeply and incredibly loved.
The breath I didnt know Id been holding came out in a gasp. But no one
noticed, because everyone was just as focused on Peters story as I was.
Music. I knew that kind of music Id heard it too . Once. The first time the
first time I started hearing things. Music so strong it vibrated through you. Music
that enveloped you until you felt like you were being embraced.
But then, she heard a voice in the music , Peter continued. It was telling her
to go back to her body, thatit wasnt her time yet. When Tina woke up, she was
back in her hospital bed, and every part of her was in pain. She keeps telling
everyone what happened, and the way she tells it, you want to believe her.
We were all silent for a few moments.
Peter smiled. You should see her. Her face is different. Like shes
incredibly happydefinitely not like a young woman in a neck brace and double leg
casts. Sometimes when I feel tired, I just pop into her room to say hi. I always feel a
bit lighter afterwards.
That was amazing, Lana whispered. Ive got goose bumps! She showed
me her arm.
A near death experience, said Sir Julius, nodding. Thats another angle wecan explore here.
Definitely, agreed Migs.
I looked at Migs when he spoke, and at that exact same moment his eyes met
mine.
His eyebrows were slightly knitted. He was asking me a question.
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What happened to you, Sam?
Did he know I could hear his thoughts? I was sure he didnt, but it bothered
me anyway. I looked away.
I have a not-so-heavenly experience,said the girl to Peters left.
She was slightly big boned, with golden brown skin and beautiful wavy hair
that seemed to reach her knees as she sat. Her smile was bright, and she began her
story with a flourish that assured us we would be entertained.
Actually, it happened just last term. Im part of the drama club, so of course
we spend a lot of time rehearsing for our plays. We usually practice in the Little
Theater at the third floor of this building. Youve all been to the Little Theater,
right?
Everyone nodded, except me.
So last term we were there, having our dress rehearsal forAvenue Q, with the
puppets and everything? It was, like, two in the morning, and our show was
scheduled for seven p.m. that night. So I was standing on the stage with mypuppetI was playing Kate
She now stood up, and went near the door where there was more space for
her reenactment. Im Eartha, by the way, she added, smiling. Eartha Tejada.
Eartha gave us a little wave, before she continued:
So I was standing over here, and my partner Jasonhe was playing
Princetonhe was standing on this side. There was just the two of us onstage, and
then there was Chris at the piano, with the rest of the cast seated in the front row as
the audience, Mark and Jethro were up in the booth, manning the lights.
Like I said, it was early in the morning, and we really wanted to finish and
wrap up. I was holding my puppet with both hands like this, and I was looking at
this cassette tape that my puppet, Kate, was holding. When I looked up at Jason to
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say my next line, I saw something move near the curtains behind him..."
One minute Eartha was speaking, and every head in the room turned to her
direction.
The next second I was hearing other things, other voices, and it was like
someone had taken the remote and put Eartha on mute.
Chapter 3
Do You Hear Them?
It was like being underwater.
Everyone was moving so slowly, and even though they were opening their
mouths, I couldnt hear their voices. Except for the ones in my head.
Get out!said the first voice. It belonged to a distraught young woman.
No!Dontdo it pleaded a guy.
Get out!This time the girl was hysterical. A sob caught at the end of her
scream.
I looked around the room, at the faces. Each one of them was still riveted on
Eartha, and Eartha herself was still talking.
And I still couldn't hear her.
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You can't stop meIts too late, no one can help me. The girl's voice was
resigned and sad.
Please don't do this... There was love in the guys voice now. Please dont
Nnoooo!
She's ours... she's ours... she's ourrsss...
The last words were cold, strange, a chorus of many voices that had no
gender. I shuddered.
...oursss... oursss... ourssss...
They sounded gleeful, in a sick sort of way. I shook my head, wishing I could
get their voices out of my head. But now their many voices merged into a sinister
low chorus of whispering and hissing.
...ssppsssttspssttssspssspspspsssttspssttkatrinamanuelsspsppsssttspssttpspppjose
phyumolssspssssppsssttspssttssspsssmitchieborjapsppssspssppsssttspssttssspsspssssand
rewdavidsonspsssppsssttspssttssspss...
The hissing sounds were overwhelming. They filled my head until I felt like I
was drowning.
Stop, please!I thought desperately. I suddenly had a horrible image of myself
tearing my ears out of my head with my bare hands. Please stop!
...ours... ours... ours... hahahahahahaha...!!!
"...and so we ran out of there as fast as we could, Eartha ended.
I looked up at Eartha sharply, and when I realized it was her voice I heard I
gulped in a huge breath of air.
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The hissing voices were gone.
Everyone was moving normally now, and I could hear their soft breathing.
My own breath was ragged, but no one noticed, thanks to Eartha's hold on
everyone's attention.
More importantly, my ears were still intact.
Eartha now flipped her long honey-colored hair. "Of course we still have to go
there sometimes, but now we always make sure to go in groups. And we bring
crosses and rosaries."
"What's a rosary?" I asked.
The heads now turned to me. Part of me wanted them to stop staring, but
another part of me wanted this new situation, if it meant I wouldn't have to hear the
chilling chorus of voices again.
"It's a Catholic thing," Lana told me, squeezing my hand gently again, in her
familiar friendly way. "They're beads that we use as a sort of guide when praying."
"So guys, do you think this should be your first case?" Sir Julius was suddenly
all business, promptly ending the staring fest and getting everyone excited at the
same time. I wondered if he knew I needed this distraction.
Migs was nodding thoughtfully. "Definitely. Especially since we already have
witness accounts."
"Alright. Sir Julius sat back in his chair, his eyes assessing. "So imagine you
were a professional paranormal research group. Your objective is to create a body
of research that will help you formulate theories and test hypotheses about
paranormal phenomena. What would you do?"
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"Interview the witnesses, said Aris, a half smile on his face. "Not just for this
incident, of course, but for the other similar incidents that happened in that theater."
"Good, good." Sir Julius was nodding. "What else?"
"Wait, we have to question them separately, Migs said. "We can't talk to
them in groups. I want to see if their accounts are the same."
"Yes. And we should have standardized questionnaires, not just for this
incident, but for future ones as well, said Peter.
Intake sheets, his mind said. I had no idea what that meant, but I was glad I
was hearing normal voices again, normal thoughts.
"I can come up with a questionnaire based on the intake sheets we have at the
hospital, Peter continued. "It can help us separate the subjective experiences from
the objective observations."
"Cool!" said Lana beside me. She giggled a little. "This sounds so
professional."
"Oh, and I want to find out the real history of the place!" said Eartha. She
seemed especially stoked, maybe because her story was getting so much attention.
"We can check actual records, see if anyone really died there."
"What kinds of records?" asked Richard, his head cocked slightly towards
Eartha. This gesture seemed to increase Chynna's pout.
"I dunno... student registrations maybe? Find out if we lost any students therein the past years...?" Eartha shrugged.
"How about tabloids?" suggested Karen, and Peter nodded beside her. "A
death inside a major university isn't really something you'd easily find in
respectable papers."
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"Right, said Aris. "We can Google for stories in the major papers...but I doubt
if local tabloid stories ever make it to Google."
"Unless they're in blogs!" said Lana. Her face brightened. "I remember seeing
a friend's note on Facebook; hed typed up this whole tabloid article about a
shootout that supposedly happened in his subdivision. He shared it with everyone
because the news report had so many errors, and he was really mad."
"Good, this is really good." Migs was half-smiling now. "So we Google AND do
Facebook searches for our university's name, the theater's name, and the word
death."
"Suicide," I said, before I realized I was going to say it.
The heads turned to me. Expectant, excited. There was no backing out of this
one. I took a deep breath.
"The cause of death was suicide. It was a girl, freshman. In 2005."
Six jaws dropped.
"Are you... sure?" Lana was looking at me with a hint of alarm. "How do you
know this?"
I was quiet for a beat. "I hear things," I said, simply.
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