The entire middle is open. There is a spiral staircase that runs along one side of the building. There are three ways to enter the building. From the top, which is connected to the quad by a walkway. From the main entrance which brings you to the main floor, or through the basement (cafeteria level). It is easily a 100-foot drop from top to the very bottom. I’m at the top with two men behind me. I go for the stairs and start going down. I get three levels down and enter on to the main floor. The man with the white hair is coming right towards me with three other guys in suits. I turn and run back up the stairs. The other two men are right there.
I’m trapped. I turn to my left and leap over the railing without looking. One of them yells “NO DON’T DO IT.” I thought I was jumping just to the main level, which is only about one story. I fell all the way to the bottom. Which is at least 50 feet. When I jumped I did it with no hesitation and no fear. I truly believed that if they caught me my life would be over so again without hesitation I hoped over the railing without hesitation.
I leaped over and immediately focused on where I was going to land. Like a moment frozen time, I didn’t wave my arms or yell, my body was frozen like a statue as it fell. My mind suddenly took over, and I envisioned my legs as being “steel springs” (my lower body is extremely strong from weightlifting) and I squeezed my legs and butt as tight as I could. Knees bent, head up, just like I was squatting 500 pounds.
I hit the ground hard, and I mean with tremendous force. It was just like “BA-BOOM” the thing is it worked. Just like steel springs, my legs absorbed the impact and I literally “bounced” several feet in the air then came crashing down on a table. As I’m laying on my back I open my eyes and they are all looking at me from the point on the staircase which I had jumped. They thought I was dead. But something inside me says “get up” and I did. They start running down the stairs after me, and I start limping away. My dorm room is only two buildings away. I go out of the basement entrance and ran as fast as I could, right for my room.
I make it back, and rush in, Brian is there, I start freaking out “LOCK THE DOOR” “DON’T LET ANYONE IN” “THEY ARE AFTER ME“. I feel my body start to collapse, I climb into my bunk bed and curl into the fettle position and I am out like a light. I hear voices, “I told you I hit him.” I feel hands all over my body but I cannot move. Everything is black. They ask me how is my ankle? I tell them its fine! I’ve already healed it! I wake up, and I am in some kind of shock.
I’M DAZED, CONFUSED, IN SOME SORT OF HAZE. I am not all right, it’s like the world was spinning.
I look at the clock and it is 2:00 AM (I was out for approximately 14 hours). Brian is gone, I’m still dressed and I wander outside. My mind is not there. I remember what happened but it is like a bad dream. My head and my mind keep spinning, around and around, what happened? Did that really happen? I wander back to the building where the car crashed to see if it really happened. There are lights all around the building. As I get closer I see men in yellow jumpsuits working. These men were not with the University maintenance department. There are three vans, a man is painting the railing that the car hit.
But it’s fixed.
Two men are on their knees working on the marble block which was damaged by the car. I stop and watch them. One of the men sees me and calls for another man. He points at me, the other man promptly puts something to his ear, either a phone or a radio type device. I am looking right at him and he is looking right at me. I turn back and start walking back to my room. Brian is now there, I enter the room and he is pissed “WHERE DID YOU GO” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?” He puts me to bed, and then I hear him pick up the phone and start dialing.
I’m out within seconds. I wake up, and it’s in the afternoon. I’m still in some sort of shock. I am not all right, I can feel it. I get dressed and head right for the building. I’m still in some kind of daze. Everything is one big blur. I get to the building. There is no sign of any damage. No broken glass, no cracked marble block, no mangled railing. Nothing! I go to the marble block where the car crashed, examine it, I find nothing. I go to the railing it’s like new. It looks out of place almost, too new,
I look at it carefully, it’s freshly painted. I put my finger to it and that paint is still “tacky“. I go to the other railings and they are all still tacky. But what I noticed was the cement around the whole area was “white“.
{sounds like a little ‘reality engineering’ taking place there – Branton}