It was in this wooden box in his room. It was--cursed, I think. When I looked at it, I felt a piercing pain shoot through my skull.

_{[Now he was wringing his hands as he remembered his adventure. It was impossible to tell the story in order.]}

I met a man in the prison...the guard. I found notes. So many kids, before Walter even, died there. I found their beds...maybe I found them. The monsters, I mean...and he watched them. Eventually I found him drowned.

But the people--the people I met before they died, they all returned as ghosts even worse than the ghosts that followed me in the subway.