There are times when you're supposedly all alone, when you feel someone, something watching you, you see her, him, it out of the corner of your eye, you hear, whispers the almost voices, and you try to believe that you're imagining the whole thing.

But what if you're not?

We're going in search of the other side.

Stay true. When I was 10 years old, I read a book, a very famous story that Harry Houdini and his wife, they made a pact.

Whichever one of them passed away first, let the other know. Some way, somehow, if there was life after death. So I told my brother, only one year difference between us. The neighbors called us Irish twins. I told him the story, and we made the same vow that Houdini did.

Over the years, as we grew

older, this pact turned

from a conversation among boys

to a promise

between men.

Bruh, remember,

I know.

Somehow, some way, whoever goes first has left the other know

then he grew sick started to remember things that never happened dark things

angry things no I never stole from you, brother.

How would I hide your child from your brother?

I have no hidden plans, brother.

Brother, please get better.

Please get better.

And one day, he did get better. And one day, he did get better.

As if the fog lifted, he looked at me, smiled like old times.

Man, I was saying some crazy stuff, right?

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