Mr. McKisson was no longer breathing. The time on the corner of the video continued to roll. A minute went by. Then two. Three.
After five minutes had passed the video began to time lapse, each second was a minute. It made it to 3-April 14:27:00. Then 3-April 15:27:00.
There was no movement on the video. The time continued to roll.
***
The lights never came up in the auditorium. No one said a word. No one clapped or cheered. Mendelson watched the screen. Watched. Waited. Waited for Mr. McKisson to move.
Nothing.
Mendelson kept watching. The date changed to 4-April and at 13:27 the time stopped rolling and there was a still image left on the screen.
After a few minutes people began to quietly leave the auditorium. Mendelson didn’t move until almost everyone was gone. He pushed himself from his seat and saw President Lansing with head down and fingers against his forehead.
Mendelson quietly exited the room like everyone else.
Nothing happened.
Nothing happened, and the world would never be the same again.
About the Author
Mark Steinwachs is a roadie who retired to shop life in Nashville, TN. Over a decade traveling in tour buses plus time as a United States Marine, and a rave DJ/promoter has given him a unique outlook in his storytelling. Growing up in Buffalo, NY and spending many winter nights reading fantasy and scfi novels he never imagined he would one day be writing his own stories, much less horror ones. The majority of his words are written between five and seven in the morning while drinking far too much iced coffee.
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