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1. Creator - Carl W. Lucas
2. genre - Sci-Fi
3. Release Date - 2019
4. USA
5. Star - Donald Faison, Tommy Flanagan
6. synopsis - Frank, an opportunistic insurance lawyer, thinks he's in for the time of his life when he goes out on the town to celebrate an upcoming promotion with his co-worker, Jeff. But their night takes a turn for the bizarre when Frank is dosed with a hallucinogen that completely alters his perception of the world, taking him on a psychedelic quest through board meetings, nightclubs, shootouts, and alternate dimensions. As Frank ping-pongs between reality and fantasy, he finds himself on a mission to find a missing girl, himself - and his wallet

 

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When I did, I found a standard black video cassette tape missing a box. Normally, these don’t interest me because they’re usually unsalable. Secondly, this had no standard label so it was likely some home movie. What stopped me from tossing it right then and there was the black strip punch label stuck to the back that read “23/2/11” in blocky white raised numbers. I suspected from the dating system it was European and when it didn’t play on my NTSC VCR, that confirmed it. I huffed as I returned to my closet and fetched the European PAL deck. It was only 6 PM and I had time to kill, so I popped the tape into my old VHS player and pressed play. The footage was black and white, shot high up from the center of a room where the wall met the ceiling. The camera was pointed down to a thin woman hunched over in a wheelchair. Based on the angle and the stillness of the footage, it was clearly a surveillance feed. The footage was grainy, but I could see the seated woman looked disheveled; her gray, chin-length hair was matted and messy, and she appeared to be dressed in a filthy hospital gown. The way the woman was positioned looked still and unnatural. I quickly realized her wrists and ankles were bound to the wheelchair with straps. Both the walls and floors were padded with quilted square cushioning, and the door behind her had a slot in it, resembling something out of a mental hospital or a maximum-security prison. Just a second after the recording began, the bound woman raised her head and looked directly into the camera. I immediately felt a growing sense of dread as the intense stare of the woman burned into my retinas. Some primal part of my brain awoke and implored me to get away, but I just watched as curiosity and fear mingled into an all-encompassing wave of building anxiety. The woman just sat in her chair staring, but I felt my mouth begin to dry and my breath felt abrasive. My sinuses burned, and soon I felt the patter of liquid onto my lap from my nose, but I couldn’t turn away from the screen. I heard a rapid tapping and it took a few seconds of trying to understand the sound before I realized it was the chattering of my teeth. I was shivering, and my arms and legs trembled as I watched the woman on the screen tilt her head to one side as if observing me through the screen itself. That feeling of impending danger heightened, and I wanted to turn it off at that point, but I just kept watching as the woman began fidgeting in the wheelchair’s restraints. She was becoming progressively more agitated; thrashing until the chair began to rock between the two large wheels. After a few minutes, she opened her mouth and began to scream. The tape was silent, but I swear I could hear her faintly, though not through the speakers. It was like she was screaming from inside my head, small and muffled from deep under the folds of my brain. I felt my lips crack in stinging slivers. I began to wonder just how long I’d been watching the tape, but I was enthralled by the unsettling footage, unable to stop it. Eventually, the door to her room opened and two large men in white uniforms entered her padded cell. One was shorter with a shaved head and stocky build, the other taller with a slender frame and face framed by dark bangs. The tall man began holding his head in apparent agony, screaming and then dropping to his knees on the padded floor. He remained there as the shorter guy struggled to remove the cap from a syringe. I only then noticed the subtle relief my own body experienced. It was as if whatever had taken hold of me—the intense dryness in my throat, a pulsing headache and the palpable dread—had redirected its focus. The man on his knees began to shiver and soon enough his nose streamed down a dark rivulet of blood. The shorter character with a shaved head had uncapped the syringe but was clearly struggling. His right arm drew it closer, needle first, towards his own eye. His left was gripping his other wrist, struggling to redirect its course. I watched in horror as the tip punctured his eye just a centimeter or so. He seemed to regain control and quickly removed it. He then stabbed the needle into the bound woman’s shoulder and pressed the plunger fully down. The feeling of intensity seemed to wash away from both the onscreen characters and myself. Euphoria set in as my previous state of dry, labored breathing and chest pains left me. The two workers at the hospital, prison or other such facility both seemed to recover as well, the one helping his cohort to his feet. The two men left the room, securing the sturdy door behind them. I watched for a few minutes as the woman in the wheelchair slouched and then dropped her head. She looked to be asleep or at least heavily sedated. She remained that way for a good minute or two after the men had cleared out. I watched her slack body for a few more minutes in utter fascination until the tape reached the end and stopped with an audible click. The intense anxiety dissipated completely, and I only then realized how absolutely drastic the shift in my own state had been. I felt as if I’d been desiccated, every ounce of water in me sucked out, yet my nose was wet and dribbling down my chin. When I wiped it instinctively with the back of my hand, I saw that it was blood. There were dark red spots on my lap as well from where it had poured out during the viewing of the tape. I stood up on muscles that ached and groaned. I glanced at my phone for the time and stopped in place, my jaw agape. The time read 6:00, the same time I’d started watching that tape. I was about to chalk it up to a glitch when it changed to 6:01. There was no shadow of a doubt in my mind that I’d watched that tape for a good 10 minutes or so. I stretched my aching muscles and walked to the bathroom to clean my bloodied nose. I downed a quart or so of water, dying of thirst. I waited a few days before even considering watching the tape again. When I did, everything that secured my knowledge of the world I knew seemed to crumble. It was a sunny afternoon a week later when I built up the courage to watch the tape again. I just felt the urge to confirm what I experienced was real and not some effect of delayed food poisoning, an allergic reaction or some other bizarre coincidence. I popped the cassette tape and rewound it, which took only seconds. When it stopped, I pressed play. The woman bound to a wheelchair once again appeared on the screen and a foreboding feeling of dread began to simmer inside of me. Something was different though. The woman was askew, facing the camera still but at a slightly different angle as if her wheelchair had shifted. On the floor behind her, black spots where the guard had yet to collapse were on the floor. It was as if the tape was showing a continuation of what had previously been recorded. My palms began to sweat and my throat dried like an arid desert as I watched the woman staring into the camera once again. Her hair was shorter, trimmed down unevenly as if someone had hastily clipped the matted patches and knots. I knew it was impossible, but the tape appeared to be now showing a different recording altogether. Then she looked up at the camera and I felt it again. My throat swelled and dried and my breath began to burn. Her dark eyes locked onto mine through the screen. I felt the spasm in my arms and legs as they began to shiver. My sinuses flooded and my nose began dribbling out a thin stream of blood, which dripped rhythmically onto my shirt. I watched, unable to peel my eyes away as the woman in the wheelchair yanked her spindly arms, snapping her restraints. I let out a yell as she stood up fully, revealing her filthy hospital gown. She walked slowly towards the camera and her wrinkles came into view through the fuzzy tape. Her features looked young but her pale skin was wrinkled and speckled with burst capillaries. Her eyes were milky with cataracts and looked wild with excitement. She drew closer, getting larger on-screen until her face was clear and she mouthed something I swear I could hear inside of my head. She spoke the words “Je te vois, ” and a hint of a smile crept onto her face before the tape clicked to a stop. I haven’t yet worked up the nerve to watch it again. I bled a significant amount during the second viewing and I’m frankly scared of the videotape. I attempted to make a copy, but it showed nothing but a black screen when played. I even tried recording it with my phone but the TV screen in the video is black aside from a flicker. What I just can’t shake are those words she’d spoken that resonated from deep within my skull. They're French, and they translate to “ I see you. ” Part 2.

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I was happy with the role as I had watched Scooby Doo religiously as a kid, all the way through from the 70s episodes that my dad had on tape to the newer movies and spin offs. Plus, there was the added bonus that I didn’t have to wear a boiling hot fur-suit, like a lot of the party actors did. A friend of mine who had referred me to the company used to have to dress up as one of the chipmunks, and my god was that costume heavy and awful. I guessed that my costume couldn’t require much more than a baggy green V neck and brown pants. I felt sorry for the poor sap who was gonna have to play Scooby Doo, I betted that costume would be hot and itchy as hell. CartoonParties messaged me a couple of weeks into January to tell me that they had got me a party on Saturday the 18th, a 6th birthday party. They also gave me the number of the guy playing Scooby, I guess so that we would have met and could iron out our routine before the party. So I messaged the guy, Jared, and he seemed pretty decent, a couple of years younger than me maybe? But he seemed alright, and even offered to pick me up and take me to the party as he lived locally and it would save us taking two cars On the Saturday morning of that first party, I practiced my Shaggy voice in the mirror. There was a script for a sketch that me and Scooby would act out at the beginning of the party which I learned. There were also some prompts of responses to typical questions so that we could interact with the kids in character. With my costume on I actually looked a heck of a lot like a live action Shaggy. Jared’s car pulled up front a little early. It was a good thing I was ready because it was a good fifteen minutes before we agreed, but I knew it was Jared because he was in the drivers seat wearing a Scooby Doo fur-suit, complete with “S. D” on the collar and hood fully up. Yep. He was in the drivers seat with the full costume on. I headed over to the car grinning, thinking that he had the hood part of the suit on as a joke, because SURELY this dude was not gonna drive around with his full face covered by some furry costume. He rolled the window down and gestured with one paw for me to get in the car. I got in the passenger seat, still expecting this dude to pull down the hood and laugh, but he didn’t. I looked at him more closely when I was sat down: I couldn’t see a single part of him that was not covered by brown furry costume. “Hey man, you ready for this? ” I asked him, “Hello Raggy” he replied in a very good impression of Scooby Doo’s voice “that’s really good man” I laughed He just stared at me through the nets that were Scooby’s eyes. My smile faltered as I tried to make out Jared’s eyes through the suit but I couldn’t. He continued to sit there and stare at me, one hand on the wheel, lifeless, unblinking eyes staring into mine. I let another 20 seconds pass before asking “are we going then? ” Scooby’s head snapped forwards and in a fluid motion, and without saying anything, he hit the accelerator and started driving. We drove for 10 minutes in silence. I kept furtively watching Jared out of the corner of my eye. How the hell was this guy able to see through that thick net over his eyes? I hoped to god we didn’t pass a police car, because although there’s probably not a law against driving in a Scooby Doo costume, this guy was driving like a maniac. He was swerving around like crazy, so much that in our ten minute journey to the kids party, three cars beeped at him. I felt like suggesting that he take off the hood of the costume because it was clearly obstructing his vision, but I sat tight, realising that we were about to pull onto the right street “Do you know where the house is? ” I asked Scooby as we pulled into the street where I knew the kids house was “Over here Raggy” said Jared in another insanely accurate impression of Scooby, gesturing one paw towards the house I forced a laugh “Seriously Jared, have you practiced the script? ” He didn’t reply as he parked up outside the house where the party was “Jared” I repeated with a little more irritation “I really don’t think we have to be in character until we get inside” He still did not respond “I’m serious man, do we know what we’re doing or not? ” I was not surprised when he didn’t reply. Seriously though, this guy had seemed totally normal online, he had an older sister who I knew from college and she was totally ordinary, I told myself that maybe he was just weirdly committed to the role and trying to get in character. But to tell you the truth, something about those lifeless mesh eyes gave me the creeps. I gratefully got out the car; so did Scooby. I was half expecting him to jump out of the drivers seat on all fours and start bouncing along the grass, but thankfully he didn’t. He walked with a slow stiff plod. Maybe the costume was heavy and it was difficult to walk normally? We rung the doorbell, standing awkwardly side by side as we waited for the kids mom to open the door. “Hi guys, don’t you two look great! Why don’t you come into the kitchen while we set up? ” She took us through to the kitchen, and pulled us up chairs at the table, offering us lemonade. Jared STILL did not take off his costume hood. The kid’s mom was really friendly and nice, I vaguely recognised her as a friend of my mom. She told us all about her son, who was called Lucas and his Scooby Doo obsession, while she set up a buffet of party food for the kids. She asked us a few polite questions too, and I talked about where I went to college and she asked about my mom. Jared got asked a few questions too, but only replied with a theatrical nod or shake of his head that made the ears of the costume flap. I could tell that the child’s mother was kind of taken aback when she asked Jared where he went to school and he stared blankly at her through those dark mesh eyes and didn’t reply. Before the Shaggy and Scooby bit, a magician was performing. We peeped into the living room to see 10 awed faces staring up at a young woman in a purple sequinned witches hat waving her hands over a box as she prepared for her final trick “Who’s ready to see the birthday boy disappear? ” The magician asked the eager children, and was met with a barrage of excited applause. When a grinning Lucas had reappeared from the box, his mom introduced Shaggy and Scooby, and 10 little heads craned around, eyes wide and animated as they took in Jared’s furry brown costume. The routine went to plan. We played games like musical statues and pass the parcel, and managed to stay in character. Thankfully Jared stuck to the script, and the kids were absorbed by his unnervingly good impersonation of Scooby Doo. I was begrudgingly impressed that anyone could be this good at acting as a cartoon dog. This guy had everything down, from the voice and expression to the bounding gait. He was undeniably a great actor. I was just beginning to think that I had judged him too harshly for his weird behaviour and that maybe he was some kind of method actor when he went off script. We were doing our final bit, asking Lucas about his birthday presents etc when Jared interrupted me, bounding over to the starry, magenta box that was still left out from the magician “Hey kids, who wants to disappear? ” asked Scooby “Zoinks Scoob, I think everybody’s already seen that trick, and we’re just about to have some cake... ” Scooby wasn’t listening. A little girl had got up from the front row, eager to be a part of the disappearing trick, and Jared was leading her by the wrist towards the large box. To my relief, at that moment, Lucas’s mother appeared in the doorway. “Hi everyone! Did we have fun with Shaggy and Scooby? The cakes ready in the kitchen” Scooby let go of the little girl the second that Lucas’s mom entered the room and all the children scrambled to the kitchen to get some cake. Jared and I stayed in the living room, not talking, taking a seat awkwardly on either end of the couch. We heard the muffled sound of the children singing Happy birthday from the kitchen, and the scraping of chairs as the children tucked into their lunch. Lucas’s mom brought us in a plate of cookies and sandwiches, and a soda each, along with the money we had earned. Jared, still in costume, snatched the plate of cookies out of her hands “Scooby Snacks, YU—MMY” he said still in character Lucas’s mother seemed a little deterred but laughed and sat in the armchair to have some lunch herself. I was curious to see if Jared would finally take off his costume to eat, especially now that the party was over. However he simply unzipped a small opening at the mouth and wrists of the costume. I continued a stream of conversation with the child’s mother, while Jared sat silently devouring his food, at a speed reminiscent of the real Scooby Doo, when I noticed something strange: Jared’s hands and wrists were visible for the first time, and his forearms were covered in thick dark hair. I did a double take. Scooby had finished eating and was hastily zipping up the wrists and mouth again. I didn’t know much about Jared, but I knew for a fact that he had sandy hair, which would DEFINITELY not match up to this kind of body hair. Weird. — My mom called me that night to tell me that she had spoken to Lucas’s mother and that she was singing my praises about our performance, Lucas and the other children had a great time. “It’s a good thing they could find another Scooby actor to step in at such short notice isn’t it? ” My mom said “What? ” “Oh didn’t you know? CartoonParties contacted Lucas’s mom to tell her that Jared Litman had resigned last minute, but that they had found a replacement, we thought you knew! ” The conversation continued but I wasn’t really listening. So the Scooby Doo actor hadn’t corrected me when I called him Jared all day? — Later that evening, I tried to get some work done, but couldn’t concentrate, feeling strangely unsettled by something that I couldn’t place. I switched on the TV to the local news. BREAKING NEWS: The body of local teenager, 18 year old Jared Litman has been found in ******* lake, just outside of ********* The young mans body was found early this morning by local police. Authorities have ruled this a homicide. Although more details are yet to be released, Police suspect escaped serial killer Paul Bletchsteen, who received a life sentenced in ** state penitentiary after a 12 person murder spree in 2013 A sick feeling gripped me as I sat frozen in horror as the reporter continued Bletchsteen is though to be mentally unhinged and public are warned to... The reporter continued but I wasn’t listening. They were now flashing a simple mugshot of a man in his late 20s with matted dark hair and a thick beard I switched off the TV and sat motionless for a long time. Later that evening I quit my job at CartoonParties and I never intend to go back.

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