All this shit started when I found that little note.

On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement, it read, ‘HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND’. I had no idea how long the paper had been there, those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. I ignored it until the next morning, when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds, and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read ‘PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP’. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank, because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in.

I found more notes, under my mousepad, inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM, between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll, under my DVD player's disc tray. Places that no one would ever look, places you'd never think of putting a note, places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note, because who knew when they would see it?

But it kept happening, and they all said the same thing every time, begging me to respond and help them. Being the retard I am, one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher (right after I had run it - the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it ‘HELLO. I'M RESPONDING. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!’ and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub.

No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper, floating on the surface tension of my glass of sprite I had in the living room.

I carefully picked it out of my drink, it read ‘THANK YOU.’ and in larger letters, ‘I'M TRAPPED’.

I waved it around to dry it off a bit, and wrote on the back of it again, ‘where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?’ and, not creative enough to think of where to put it, I just threw it behind my couch. I waited and looked, but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day.

The next day I checked my mail, inside of some spam letter was the next note, ‘IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. BELOW YOU’. I wasted no time in responding ‘whoever you are, this prank

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She was just another poor, weary woman struggling to feed her family. He saw them all the time, their faces careworn, and blank. The Depression had created hundreds of them. He was one of the lucky ones who still had his grocery business to feed his family.

She came one day to his shop carrying two empty milk bottles, and wordlessly placed them on the counter. He took the empties and exchanged them for full ones, saying: "Ten cents."

She did not reply. She just took the bottles and left the shop. He thought to chase after her, but perhaps feeling guilty at being one of the lucky ones with money and a job, he decided not.

She returned the next day with two empty milk bottles again. Again he replaced them, and again she hurried out the door. Her desperation was visible, and he considered offering her a part time job the next time she appeared.

She came again the next morning, and exchanged her empty bottles for full without saying a word. He tried to talk to her, to ask if she wanted a job, but she practically ran from the store with the milk. Her urgency worried him. He followed, wondering what he could do to help.

To his surprise, she headed away from the migrant camp outside of town. She went instead to the graveyard by the river. As he watched, she hurried up to a stone marker and then disappeared into the ground. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Then he heard the muffled cry of a baby. It was coming from the ground underneath the stone marker where the woman had disappeared!

He ran back to the store and phoned the police. Within minutes, the graveyard was swarming with people, and the workers started digging up the grave. When the casket was opened, the store owner saw the woman who had visited his store lying dead within it. In her arms, she held a small baby and two full milk bottles. The baby was still alive.

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.

The doctor said "that was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn't you see the red wristband she was wearing?"

The woman smiled and raised her arm "something like this?

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