Transcript
Lynn Washington (0:02)
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Milton (0:38)
Amazon has everything for every kind of Easter, whether that's toys and treats for the big egg hunt.
Narrator (0:45)
Happy Easter.
Milton (0:47)
Dinnerware to hold, heaps of Nana's candied yams.
Lynn Washington (0:52)
Happy Easter.
Milton (0:56)
Or fashions to make your Sunday best better than the rest.
Narrator (1:00)
Happy Easter.
Milton (1:03)
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Lynn Washington (1:47)
It was a good day. A really, really good day. Hanging with my niece in Sacramento, California. Eating turkey sandwiches, drinking lemonade in the sunshine. But I need to get home early before the darkness falls. So I tell her goodbye, get my hugs, drive the car down Highway 80 back to Oakland. 4:00 in the afternoon. Turn on some James Brown because I feel good driving down the road. I blink my eyes and I wake up gripping the steering wheel of a car speeding down the road at 80 miles an hour in a panic. What? Where am I?
Narrator (2:42)
Pull over.
Lynn Washington (2:43)
Pull over. Pull over right now. Swerve the car over to the shoulder of the road and I'm shaking. Did I fall asleep driving? How long? One second. To how close to the unimaginable? To never coming home to my babies. To stealing someone else from their family. Seat belts strapped on the side of the road. I weep, terrified. Three months before, I told the doctor that I can't sleep at night. He tells me, you're fine. No, no, you're not understanding. I never sleep. He tells me that everything checks out, there's nothing wrong, but that he can give me some pills if I promise to be careful. I don't need pills, Doc. I need rest. I need to not stare at the ceiling for hours. Every night. I need to dream. I don't dream. I need this shadow to go away. A little later, I get to take my kids on a trip. A wonderful trip. We rent a house on the beach, a beautiful home. And they squeal they say it's even better than the house we rented last time. Last time here. You know, Daddy. The place right down the street, the big one where our friends stay. Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right. That's right. Smiling, fighting that deep horror. Because I don't remember that house. I don't remember those friends. I don't remember any of it. And I know why. I think. I think I know why. I read that people who sleep less than three hours a night that they lose the ability to recall their own lives. This shadow, it's stealing away my memories. It's stealing me away from myself. And as hard as I try, nothing works. Nothing works by itself. So I decide to do it all. All of it, at the same time. The machines, the tees, the blackout mirrors, the neti pot, the weighted blanket, the meditation tape, the blue light filter, aromatherapy, sleep music, stretch sequences, plant based diet, ergonomic pillow, face mask. I do everything but the drugs. Because I tried that too. And learned that there is no drug for this. Not one that works. Slowly, very slowly, color seeps back into the world. It's glorious. Like I'm basking in the sunrise for the very first time. Like I'm shedding this terrible weight on light returns to my children's eyes when they see me. Understand then that I haven't borne this shadow, this darkness, this madness alone. That everything I've lost, those who carried me through this valley, they suffered as well. So much time, so long. And I fear that no matter how hard I fight back now, that everything the Shadow stole, I will never get back. My name is Lynn Washington. Spook starts the Shadow. The Shadow. The Shadow. The shadow. The Shadow waits. The Shadow lurks. And when you least expect it, our guest, Milton, he's about to fight the Shadow. Fight it for one of the people that he loves most in the world. Spooked.
