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March 23rd 2015 2:14 pm

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Hey Jan, it’s me, Eric. Well.. I hoped you would be able to recognize my voice. Anyway.. it’s been-uh- three days since you left. It’s been really hard. Too hard, to be honest. You always hear about this kinda stuff, see it in movies and everything. You feel bad, always, but you never think it would happen to you. You never wonder what you would do in that position. At first, I had no idea what to do. I felt so lost. I still do. Someone finally gave me the idea to try your voicemail. You know, to hear your voice again. I laughed at the time, because I know how much you would have hated that. You hate anything cliché. But, I was desperate. But of course, you being you, I didn’t get to hear your voice at the end. Just the cold, dead automated voice telling me to leave my message at the beep. I don’t know if this is even a message.. But it’s comforting. I have just been in so much pain, I needed something I guess. You know what this reminds me of, actually? Remember when, like, 9 pm, after we both finished our long days, we would do our thing. Remember? One of us would just start talking while we laid in bed, about whatever, and the other one would always fall asleep. But for some reason we always did it anyway. This reminds me of that. Except..uh.. you aren’t sleeping.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

March 27th 2015 5:40 pm

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Jan, hey. Um.. I fucking miss you. Like so much. I don’t know how to cope. It hasn’t even been a full week, either. How do people do this? They say it gets easier, but I don’t think so. I don’t think it ever stops hurting like this. Everything is just so much harder, you know? Whenever something funny, or sad, or really anything at all happens, I wanna tell you all about it. I wanna make you laugh, or hear your advice or reaction. But now, theres nobody to tell. You just made everything easier, I guess. Sometimes, I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes I still hear your voice. I hate that the last time we spoke we were fighting. It is honestly just unfair. Because, you know, we never fight..um..we never fought. I don’t even remember what it was about. But they say when someone dies, they hold onto the last feeling they had. Man, I hope that’s not true because I do remember that you were pretty pissed. Hah.. you know how you could get. I miss that too, though. Even if sometimes you were irrationally mad, I would rather have you irrationally mad forever than not have you at all. Jan, life just isn’t good without you. It’s not. I can’t sleep, I don’t eat. I guess after four years it’s impossible to not live your life around someone, but now that you’re gone, it kinda sucks. Everything reminds me of you. I see you everywhere.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

June 4th 2015 7:09 pm

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Hey, baby, it’s been a while. Almost four months. My pain hasn’t gone away, and I definitely haven’t forgotten about you. But.. I see what people mean, when they say time heals. I mean, it’s not true, nothing heals this, but it..masks it. I still miss you every fucking day, but sometimes, just sometimes, I don’t notice it I guess. I’m really trying to move on, start over you know? It sounds harsh, but I have to. I can’t go on like this. I..uh..got a new apartment. Just outside of town. I just couldn’t stay in our apartment anymore. I don’t even know what happened to your stuff, and I’m so sorry for that. It just hurt..too much to do anything with it, even look at it. I told the realtor to have a garage sale. Remember all the garage sales we used to go to? Garage sale Sundays! It feels weird calling it “my” apartment, Jan. It should be ours.

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Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

September 3rd 2015 6:12 pm

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Hey. It’s been 7 months now. The apartment is great, it really is, but it seems no matter what I can’t get away from your ghosts. You’re everywhere. I mean, I put all our pictures away, in a drawer somewhere, and they were all back up when I got home from work. I don’t even know how I rationalized it, but I did. I think this grief is just messing with me. I still talk to your family, sometimes. But I think it just hurts us both more. We need as few reminders of you as possible. When I told your mom about what I was doing, you know, leaving messages, she laughed. I think it is the first time she even smiled since you left. It made me feel good, but only for a second. We all miss you so much, Jan.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

December 17th 2015 2:33 pm

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It has been 10 months and I’m still calling your stupid fucking voicemail. Shit, I feel like an idiot every time I go to dial you. How did you turn me into this guy? The cliché, heartbroken guy we used to make fun of in the movie theaters! I just miss you so fucking much and I don’t know how to stop. But it’s fucking with my personal life now, too. Dusty, you remember Dusty, our dog. He’s gone, yeah. I have no idea where he went. But I probably let him out and forgot to let him back in. So he probably suffered all night and figured he was done with me. All because I couldn’t remember to let him back in, cause I’m too fucking caught up thinking about you. It’s ruining my life. I go on dates and something bad always happens. A plate falls in someone’s lap, someone has car trouble and can’t make it. And its because of me. My bad energy is fucking everything up or something. I don’t know. You were always into that shit. I don’t know what’s happening anymore.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

February 12th 2016 7:14 am

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So.. Jan, today something really weird happened. But, like, good weird. I finally met a girl who doesn’t run the other way every time something bad happens. And a lot of bad things happened. Her name is Sasha, and she’s just so great. I mean, she isn’t you but.. You’ve been gone for so long. I have to stop looking for you. You were one of a kind, I know that now. Nobody will add up. But Sasha is pretty damn close. And you know what, I’m happy, too. It’s been almost a year now, I’m at peace with the fact that you’re dead and not coming back. I’m not a prick, I still will always love you. But everything happens for a reason, and I think it’s time to move on. I hope you don’t mind.. if you are even hearing this, or even have feelings where you are. I’ll always miss you, and love you.

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Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

November 3rd 2019 9:18 pm

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I can’t believe it’s been four years, Jan. And I haven’t called you in almost 3. I was scared the line would be dead when I called, but it’s not. I think this will be my last call to you. But you’re my best friend, you were my best friend and I can’t not tell my best friend this. Sasha is pregnant. I’m gonna propose to her soon. Everything is finally falling into place after my world was shattered four years ago, and it feels good. I wish it was you, Jan, I really do. I love you. Goodbye.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

November 4th 6:01 am

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I know I said I wouldn’t call, but, you called me first. Yeah, at 3 in the morning last night. Your name popping up on my phone scared the shit out of me, but it also made me want to cry. I think I did. I figured it was just a glitch, but I picked up anyway. But instead of the white noise I expected to hear, I heard breathing. It sounded almost, angry, if breathing can sound angry. This sounds crazy but is it you, Jan?

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

November 6th 3:36 pm

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Jan, this sounds crazy, but you need to stop. I know you’re messing around with Sasha. I mean I never used to believe in that shit but what else can I think now. She’s not being herself, she’s mean and nasty, and crazy. And when she is lucid she’s saying things only you would say. And I have known her for over three years now. I know she doesn’t say this stuff. So, I don’t know if you’re a ghost or whatever, but just fucking stop. I don’t know what to do, but I’m desperate. Please.. she’s pregnant.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

November 23rd 2:14 pm

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Jan.. Sasha’s dead. After she went batshit crazy on me and pushed me down the stairs, she made me watch her hang herself. And there was nothing I could do. My legs got fucked up in the fall, and they were immobile. Even though they were fine after. But she made me fucking watch. The police didn’t show up for hours, after the neighbor finally noticed me screaming endlessly. They couldn’t save the baby, either. Jan, I don’t know what you did. But I know this is your fault. The police don’t know what to think, but I do. I will never forgive you for making me go through this again, and this time on purpose. You made me miserable all over again. But not for long.

Voice mailbox of: Jan Stevens

November 23rd 3:11 pm

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You called the cops before the pills could take effect. You fucking bitch. Life ruining bitch. I don’t even know how you did it. They are taking my phone away soon, and I am using my last chance to tell you I fucking hate you. You ruined my life. I loved you.

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Not much is known about Brian Z. Some say it's because he is secretly preparing for the Z poc, others say it's because of the "incident" at Chicago Walker Stalker Con. All that we know for certain is he loves sci-fi, horror, and zombies.

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