2:34

Jim was a fine gentleman. Fairly well respected in his town. He worked the late shift over at the supermarket, from 5 p.m. to 2 a.m. He was such a good man, he would even stay up until 6 a.m. to drive his wife to work as well. Jim carried with him the love to do favors for everyone around him and in turn, people did many favors for him, in a showing of thanks. The peculiar thing about Jim was how his world was built on punctuality. He kept a personal track of every single thing he did during the day, down to the minute. He woke up at 3:02 p.m. He took a shower at 3:31 p.m. He was done with his shower and dressing at 3:50 p.m. At 4:00 p.m. he ate some food and watched a little T.V. At 4:30 he left for work. And his schedule kept on this way for the entire night at work, all the way up to when he would hit the intersection of Orolig and Spoke at 2:30 a.m. This was his schedule and he felt harshly unnerved whenever he broke the schedule, even if only by a minute or so. He neve broke the intersection schedule until one particular night...

On this night, he came to the intersection at 2:34. A great rush came upon Jim and he felt like he just drank some warm chocolate on a cold Winter's day. It was the kind of feeling you get when you've realized something wrong has just happen and you're preparing for the world to crash in on you. As Jim started driving past the intersection (he was held up briefly by a stop sign, as usual) he noticed about 10 yards in front of his truck, there was a man lying in the ditch. Seeing how one of Jim's greatest qualities was his need help those around him, he pulled over to have a look at the man and get him some help. The man was lying there, barely moving. Slow twitches were the only noticeable thing going on with the fellow. His eyes were closed, but not tightly. More as if he was asleep or unconscious. Jim tapped the man on the cheek and said softly, "Hey, buddy. Are you o.k.? Can you get up?" The man in the ditch did not respond, so Jim decided it would be in his best interest if he got to the hospital. Jim had a fair build from working at the grocery store so picking the man wasn't so much of a challenge. Jim placed him gently into the backseat of his car, lying down to rest whilst he drives.

The hospital was around 15 miles away from the intersectio nof Orolig and Spoke. Jim didn't mind taking a route relatively far off his route from home to help the man. Jim was a very compassionate man towards those in need. Mid-way through the ride, Jim said, "Hang on, buddy. I'm gonna get you to the hospital if it's the last thing I do." Saying this felt a bit odd to Jim, for some odd reason.

During the trip, Jim thought to himself on whether or not he actually knew the man. He felt as if he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't quite put a name on the face. It was a little bothersome to Jim. Finally, Jim made it to the hospital. He pulled into a spot near the Emergency Room entrance and stepped out of his car. He closed his door and opened the door to his back seat. When Jim looked inside, he noticed the man was gone. Jim kept his car in a nice shape and it was never ever broken into. This may have been because the people that were around Jim respected him and watched over Jim, just as he did for them. Jim felt that his car couldn't just open up and let the man out. Jim also never heard a single noise that would sound like the man came out. This made Jim feel awfully strange, even moreso than when he made the stop at the intersection four minutes late.

Jim, now very nervous and jittering, stepped into the hospital and was greeted by a nurse. He told the nurse the entire story from the intersection up to the missing man from his back seat. The nurse took Jim into a doctor's room so that he could be looked over by a doctor. Soon after, a doctor by the name of Dr. Wiltman stepped into the room. He told Jim that what he did was a great effort and very appreciated and that the man he picked up was going to be perfectly fine. He also told Jim that he would be ok to go home and just rest things off. Jim felt a bit of relief over this and laid back on the doctor's table, placing his hands over his face to wipe. "Thank Heavens, Doctor. I was worried all about the poor fellow. I damn near had a nervous breakdown!" Jim sat up and noticed that the doctor was now gone. Although slightly confused, Jim felt he saw it all tonight and just brushed it off anyhow. He got up, left the room and started heading for the exit to the hospital. On his way, the nurse stopped him and said, "Sir, where are you going?" Jim said, "Oh, no worries. Dr. Wiltman looked me over and told me everything was o.k. He said the man I found would be alright! Isn't that great?" The Nurse had a rather perplexed look on her face when she told Jim that Dr. Wiltman had died just last week on his way to the hospital. Jim asked, "Oh? How far off was he?" The nurse replied, "About 15 miles back." Jim was now stricken with horrid fear. Jim was just reviewed by a doctor who was not really there. "And the man I picked up!? Where's he!?" said Jim. The nurse then replied, "What man? You came by yourself, Jim. There was no man." Jim's face turned completely white and he passed out on the spot.

This event happened around 10 years ago. Dr. Wiltman's body was never found. After five years of searching they gave up on looking for him, assuming either some animals just got to him or some sort of necro got ahold of his body. Dr. Wiltman died at 2:34 a.m. at Orolig and Spoke, as well. Some people have speculated that Jim helped his ghost lie to rest. As for Jim... well, Jim ended up in a mental institution for the rest of his life. For the first 5 years, Jim was mute. When Jim finally began speaking again, it turned out he had no recollection of the entire event. However, I remember the event very well.

After all... I was there...

-Dr. Wiltman.