Chapter 107

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!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello Everyone! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week! Mine was good. I've been sitting around at home healing from my surgery. It went well and I'm very happy with the results. The pain was bad at the beginning but it has gotten better each day and I'm planning to get off my pain meds this weekend. It's been annoying because I can't drive until I'm off it. My husband has been dropping my son off at school and a friend has been picking him up and bringing him home. I can't lift my arms above my shoulders, so it makes it hard to do much. Our dog is really old and can't jump up on the furniture so he wants us to pick him up and put him there, but I couldn't do that. I will say since most places will deliver now either through Door Dash or their own delivery service, it has made things easier. I'm on the mend and will probably take another week before I go back to teaching and band practice.


This week, Patrick tells Joe about his hallucination that he had when he passed out after Gabe cut him with the tattoo needle on his collar bone and the wound wouldn't clot. Joe is completely dumbfounded and shocked.


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Chapter 107

********Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence, Extreme Gore, and Torture********

"What was it about?" Joe asks.

"I'm getting to it, but I'm just going to say that this was by far the longest, scariest, and most detailed and involved hallucination I've had so far. It was truly terrifying. You ready for this?" Patrick asks.

"Well, now you've piqued my interest so yes, I'm ready for you to tell me." Joe answers.

"Ok. Don't say I didn't warn you. I woke up in a bedroom I didn't recognize. I saw old furniture and kerosine oil lamps for lighting that hadn't been lit or had already gone out. It didn't take me too long to figure out that I was back in time, but I had no idea when. Then a servant woman came barging into my room to light all the kerosine lanterns and make a fire in the fireplace in front of my bed. She said she'd set out my clothes and if I needed help dressing that she would send a male servant up to help me and left to go get a pitcher of water for my washbowl. When she returned, she said she'd empty my chamber pot after I'd used it this morning. She said her name was Alice and that she'd been the head housekeeper of our home my entire life. After she left, I got out of bed, peed in the chamber pot, and walked over to the clothes that had been set out for me, which was basically a full suit in the style of whatever time this was with a fedora. I got dressed in everything except what was in place of a necktie, because I had no idea what to do with that. Alice returned with the pitcher of water she mentioned, helped me put on the ascot, and told me to wash up before breakfast, leaving me a bar of soap and a washcloth. I washed my hands and headed downstairs for breakfast.

I found the rest of my family sitting in an opulent formal parlor having tea before breakfast. Apparently, my family was very rich for the time period. My mother greeted me as I sat down next to my brother Kevin who was reading a newspaper dated March 20, 1875, so now I knew what year it was at least. We all sat there discussing the news of the day among other topics when we were invited to breakfast by the kitchen staff. We all sat at the dining table and were treated to a huge variety of different breakfast foods. When everyone was finishing up though, my dad, David, mentioned that there would be a private family meeting in the library following breakfast and attendance was mandatory. Everyone stood and left the table when they were finished. It was weird. I'm not used to having servants and being waited on, hand and foot. I felt bad leaving the mess there for them to clean up, but I saw my family filing into the library, so I followed, sat down on a gorgeous couch next to my sister, Megan, and waited for the meeting to start.

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