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 Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 1:14 pm
He'd seen codes like this before and once he'd seen a cipher, he didn't forget it. The perks of eidetic memory or something. Horace frowned at the message. It was sad and it made his chest hurt a bit. Tapping a few keys, he sent a private message out. RE: 11091212 1305 11091212 1305 11091212 1305 11091212 1305 11091212 1305230825 0415 251521 23011420 2015 040905? -horace
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 1:17 pm
190805 1114152319 2308051805 09 0113 19080519 0715091407 2015 06091404 1305
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 1:26 pm
He frowned and felt his eyes cross a bit. Horace found himself singing the alphabet out loud and counting on some of the letters. 230815 0919 190805? 09 23011420 2015 08051216 251521. 030114 09 08090405 251521? He had no clue how he could possibly help someone who was probably a computer virus (Horace made a note to run a malware scanner on his computer later), but he wanted to. No one should live in fear for their life. Also, he saved a series of numbers as a draft text message for later, when things were less serious. 19051404 1421040519, 151209220518.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:58 pm
[i can't hide from her. The only way out is die
Bring it all down with my death stop all of it I just want it to stop]
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:04 pm
He swallowed heavily and rubbed his eyes, knocking his glasses askew. Horace didn't know this person from a hole in the wall, but something about the words... 1415 20080919 09191420 200805 230125 2008051805 0919 011223012519 01141520080518 230125 09 20081521070820 09 03152112041420 1205012205 09 20081521070820 09 03152112041420 08090405 141520 06181513 080518 06181513 080913 022120 09 040904 2308051805 011805 251521 120520 1305 08051216 251521
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:05 pm
[do you mean it
You won't tell anyone where I am
Promise]
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:07 pm
[[never I wouldnt do that to you I promise please]] He took a deep breath and hit send.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:09 pm
[can you come get me
I'm at the library at rider waite
I'm scared]
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:19 pm
[[Im coming can you wait for me by the biography section upstairs Ill wear a red scarf so you know its me]] And then Horace sprang up from his desk like it was on fire. He grabbed his phone - just in case he got another message - grabbed his coat, his scarf, and bolted out the door. His heart was beating a thick tattoo in his chest. He didn't know the details, wasn't sure he needed to, but he remembered how it felt, how he'd needed someone to get him out. Caroline had been everything he'd needed. The thought crossed his mind that he had no idea if this person was telling the truth or wasn't some kind of other creature, but ultimately, he'd rather err on the side of helping someone. Horace might have run three yellow lights on the way, but he was at the library in record time. He smiled at the librarian and scanned his ID. "Quiz tomorrow; forgot to study." She shook her head ruefully at him - it was a common story in the library. Soon, he was poking his head around the stacks.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:59 pm
There was someone waiting for Horace. She was small, dark-haired, and pale-eyed. Her eyes looked almost purple with the red rings around them--they were probably gray--and it was clear she was waiting for him. She was hugging herself, very still, and looking out around her like she was waiting for someone to appear and shout at her.
She spotted him, and said, "Are you Horace?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:20 pm
She was waif-like, a ghost of a girl. "Yeah, I'm Horace. Are you from the listserv?" He fumbled around for his ID and showed it to her; Horace had been incredibly distrusting for a while. "What's your name?" He looked around, too, worried someone might be listening. "Do you want to go?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:34 pm
"Melany," said the girl. "I was the... glitchy-letters person."
Melany pulled the collar of her coat up around her face. "Thank you," she said. "I'm so sorry. Thank you so much."
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 7:10 pm
Melany. Well, that made things more complicated, according to the listserv. "C'mon, let's go. You can chill at my place if that's okay." He gestured for her to follow him. "Who's trying to hurt people, Melany?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 8:31 pm
Melany squirmed inside her oversize jacket. "I... it's hard to explain. There's two of them..." She looked at Horace's shoes as she followed him, head down, hood up. "There's this woman who's been following me," she said. "And this woman who... sort of... is me... and the woman who's following me stopped me today and that and the thing that I did because the other woman made me, I'd never... I'm not dangerous, I'm not, I can't--" She sounded like she was choking up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 9:44 am
"Sort of you?" He stopped and spoke gently. "Hey, it's okay, I believe you. Take your time sorting through things, you can even write them down or in numbers if that works. Luckily, I can read that about as easily as anything else." He wrinkled his nose at her and pushed up his glasses. Horace just wanted to get her home so Melany could have a safe space to fall apart. "I need to know one thing before we leave, though, Melany. Is that woman following you now?" If so, he'd try to lose her.
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