capeandcowl | twenty. text. backdated to monday.

In the 1940s, rumor has it that a prisoner on the island of Alcatraz was killed by a ghost. 

Back in those days (unlike these days), they had isolation chambers called hole cells where the prisoners were kept in near darkness for weeks on end. "Bang bang bang," one prisoner cried and pounded. "Someone's trying to murder me in here." But the guards thought he was hallucinating, as those being tortured with solitude tended to, and so they did nothing. When the prisoner stopped screaming, they were quite content until they opened the cell and found that he was dead. He had markings on his neck. Strangulation. No one else was in the cell.

Ghost stories have a sort of charm, don't they? Whether or not you believe them, I mean. I don't generally because we didn't have imports back then and because the living can be fucking horrible enough. I'm certain one of the guards killed him and thought they had a clever way of covering it up. Which they did.

I wonder what the prisoner's crime was. But I don't even have a name.

I know I would take death as a legacy if nothing else.

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I think you can help me, in fact. I think you really can.

You see, I can go backwards in time whenever I want. And backwards, you think, well, that isn't helpful at all, but the thing is, I can go backwards and leave warnings behind. If something bad happens to the city on October 28th, I can travel back to the 27th and let someone know. [He swallows.] And, because I can only visit children, that would include you.

I'm not a- [Pause - not the point.] So, like, what I don't see in my visions, you're gonna come back and tell me about?

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