Two-Eleven
Dream Child
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My name is Joseph Pratt. I work in the county Prison just outside of Buffalo New York. I wrote the following journal when I came into contact with who can only be described as death himself. Several weeks ago before he died he told me that I would have to save someone by 2-11. In the past weeks since, I have witnesses several gruesome murders. From his jail cell he has been able to show me that the murders were committed to cover up crimes against children. He has also shown me that the crimes against children are about to start again. Since our first meeting, I have found myself being forced ...
My name is Joseph Pratt. I work in the county Prison just outside of Buffalo New York. I wrote the following journal when I came into contact with who can only be described as death himself. Several weeks ago before he died he told me that I would have to save someone by 2-11. In the past weeks since, I have witnesses several gruesome murders. From his jail cell he has been able to show me that the murders were committed to cover up crimes against children. He has also shown me that the crimes against children are about to start again. Since our first meeting, I have found myself being forced directly into the middle of what is about to happen. After he died, I should have gone to the police. I should have warned the people that I knew would be hurt. But I did neither. How could I, when what he had shown me, I saw while I slept? My sleep was cursed, my dreams would show me more, as I understood less. My dreams were leading me towards 2-11, and there was no way to ignore them I knew from my dreams what had happened in the past, and what was about to happen to an innocent child. I could not escape the hell that my head was putting me thru. I knew I had to trust my dreams. I knew I had to see past the demons. I knew I would have to be there to save her. I knew 2-11 wasn't only a date in time, but a time. What I didn't know was that death was showing others the way. I didn't know I was not the only one dreaming.
