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In my dream, I asked the wind if the dead would walk again.

I heard the laughing mocking vow, the dead, she said.

They're walking now

You're listening to spooked.

Stay tuned Toom. From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spoot. I'm a college student all alone in the middle of the day. What I remember, is sitting at my desk and feeling like my

heart is trying to tear itself from my chest. What I don't remember is exactly what happens next because I don't call an ambulance.

I don't call a friend. I recall my grandmother long past telling me a story from a book I cannot see.

Before she finishes somehow I'm laying on a bed I'm terrified terrified. Terrified. My chest pounding monitors taped to my skin, screaming

machines on either side of my head and surrounding this bed hangs a pink plastic curtain. A hospital. How did I get here?

The doctor and I'm assuming he's a doctor pulls back this plastic curtain flashes something in my eye

And Doc was a he pulls the curtain closed again and starts shouting

Does anyone know it's history?

Do you know it's history?

We're going to lose this kid!

Another male voice,

we're throwing everything we have at him.

You are not helping.

And it takes me a moment to understand that the doctors on the other side of that plastic

They're screaming at each other about me

And I've told you this story before here, I have, about the doctors on that side of the pink

curtain, the cursing, the screaming, imagining, I suppose that the plastic curtain is a magic force field sound barrier so no one on the other side can hear what they're saying.

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