After dinner I got changed and went to meet Carl. Carl was my best friend and the only one who knew about my little mishap, besides the psychologist. On the night of March 24, I called Carl and had him pick me up from that country store in Connecticut and not long after that I proceeded to tell him everything I could remember. Like a good friend he believed me and like a good friend he suggested that I see a psychologist. Which I shouldn t have went to in the first place.
Goddamned people are thieves.
As I approached the gym floor I noticed that it was empty. But this time I had a feeling that he wasn t showing up. I knew even before I went to check the front of the building. I walked out to the front and saw what looked like a body only it was decomposed beyond recognition. Carl s body was because of the number 32 chain he wore around his neck.