Dead Hands Reaching

Listen to me Alan. Someone did speak. I spoke to you Alan. Who's that? Don't be alarmed. There's no one here. I don't want to miss office but myself. I am here.

Am I losing my mind? There's no one. Listen to me Alan. I hear you but where are you? But you can't see me. Why? Listen to me, Alan. Yes? How much money are you making?

Not much. How much? Twenty-five dollars a week. You're worth more. Why haven't you done something about it? Well, there are hundreds of men who can do my work. I can't afford to lose my job.

You won't lose your job, but you will get a better one. What do you mean? Go talk to your employer today, Helen. Today you hear? Yes. There's a position open. Assistant manager? Exactly. That's too big a position for me.

You're capable of handling it? Go in. Ask for it. For job of assistant manager? Yes. You'll never get it unless you ask for it. Look here, who are you? Where are you? You cannot see me, Allen.

Because I am not of your world. Are you some devil? Some evil spirit? I assure you, I am not. Why don't you show yourself to me? I am not permitted to do that. Be thankful that I am able to advise you.

Why do you advise me? Because there is my can do for you. I don't understand. Your voice. Out of nowhere. That must not worry you out. As I say. Go now. Ask for assistant, manager ship.

Go, Alan. Ask for it now. Wait. Don't wait, Alan. Wait. I'm going to talk to you some more. Don't wait until it's too late. I warn you. Come back. Come back. Here. What's all the commotion about?