CALLER (voicemail):
Hey umm.... I don’t really follow the podcast, but I heard that you’ve been talking about the Blue Mesa Hotel... I stayed there for three nights back in the summer of 2013. On my third and final night in The Blue Mesa, I woke up with this... feeling. I was really nauseous. It was like my stomach and heart were both squeezing their way up my esophagus. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t hear it. But I knew I wasn’t the only living thing in the room. I crawled back under the blanket and stayed silent and still for a long time... and nothing happened. I started to question my own mind, thinking I’d just freaked myself out. So, I got up, stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light. In the mirror was.. I mean it was me, but it was... a different me. I’m bald, but my reflection had long black hair. And tattoos. I never had the nerve to get the tats I wanted. It was my nose, my eyes, my face. But that wasn’t it.... umm...you’ve seen what it looks like when two mirrors face each other, right? How the reflection just bounces from one to the other, and it looks like it just goes on and on forever? It was like that, but... me’s. Behind the tatted up black haired me was a clean shaven me in an expensive looking three-piece suit. I saw a thin me, a fat me, a me with glasses, a hunchback me, and a me covered in blood. We all moved in perfect synchronicity, all staring back with the same dumbfounded expression like “Whaaat?” As I reached out to touch the mirror, we all reached out to touch the mirror. Then just as our fingertips met, I was back in bed. People always say it was just a nightmare.. that I just woke up, but it wasn’t like that. I was just... I was in one place and then I was in another. Look you don’t have to believe me. No one does. We know what we saw.
-(This mini-episode was written by guest writer, Shamus Burns)
