J.H. Pell

J.H. Pell

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Photo copyright David Erickson. Used under a creative commons license.

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Elaborate Hoax

October 18, 2014 by JH Pell in words

I am sitting her[sic] on this crate in [redacted] with my bottle of whisky and my bolt-action looking out the window down down at the traffic going by below and I am begin[sic] you Jack please wire exactly 1,270 dollars and 43 cents to [redacted] before the man comes around

I don't know when you will get this but I found him and I did all the things he wanted but I don't have the money

Please Jack I don't know why I am still here

I don't think I should do this Jack but if you can't see my message anymore I don't know how else

I only wanted to go home again Jack like you promised

Here he comes now

I'm sorry

 

Hidell

 

The preceding message was recovered from a late-2050s model screen phone found in a sealed box in the Top Secret sections of the National Archives. The text matches intercepts associated with [redacted], a member of the [redacted] group [redacted] who disappeared in 2057. The box was sealed in November, 1963. How the phone was placed within the box without breaking the seal is not known at this time.

October 18, 2014 /JH Pell
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