So… I guess I should drop a little info before delving into how freaky this little incident is.
Back at the end of 2006 there was a show released called The Lost Room. Now, at the time I was in Iraq and didn’t get to see it. I had actually been looking forward to the mini-series after seeing some of the promos and advertisements for it. I actually forgot about it until a couple of days ago when I was trolling the show list at EZTV.it and happened upon it. I decided that now was as good a time as any to catch up… and then realized it was only six episodes that were very hard to come by. It took me a while to actually find a few good seeds to get all six episodes. The links for the show are actually dead at EZTV so I had to go to places like Mininova.org and Demonoid.com to get my fix.
The Lost room centers around a guy named Joe who accidentally loses his daughter in this hotel/motel room that is like… stuck in another dimension or something. After the first episode he spends the rest of the shows entirety getting in way over his head… running into strange cabals that believe the “objects” (things that were once in the room that were removed and are now indestructible and do weird things) need to be reunited for different reasons including that they may actually be the pieces of God and that he wants us to put him back together again.I guess it’s like a modern day Humpty Dumpty idea… 
Well… Joe runs into some strange objects. He meets a guy with a comb that stops time in short periods. He meets a guy with a pen that microwaves people in an instant. He meets a woman with a pair of scissors that have the power to “rotate” anything they are pointed at… including our hero Joe. Joe also finds a set of photos or Polaroids that appear to be very old. One of these pictures in labeled “Gallup” with a piece of tape in the upper corner. This picture turns out to be an object that has the power to see the Lost Room as it was if you are standing in the area that the room came from originally. To be honest, I was really impressed with this show… even before my “incident” happened. I like the fact that they put a couple of plot twists in to keep things moving… even if they were a little foretelling and cliche’ in a few instances. All together the plot, actors, and objects worked well. When I finished the last episode I was wishing there was a sequel or something to keep the world/story going…. alas, it seems the show is dead and not prone to resurrection that I can find.
But, I digress… or something… actually the digression was planned… pfft. Now that you know a little about the show (if you haven’t seen it, I would recommend it for people that like SciFi) I can get on with my story… be it a short one.
As I mentioned there is a point when Joe get’s the photos and starts learning about them. Later he takes them to the Hotel (a run down and abandoned Motel on Route 66) where he figures out what the Gallup photo does. As he’s scanning the”room” through the photo he sees a man. I was fully engrossed and thoroughly intrigued at this point… then the phone rings. I was tempted to not even answer it, but I am a curious kind of guy (double meaning accepted). I punched pause and went to, at least, check the caller I.D. Now… this is where it gets strange… and fun.
When I picked up the phone I dearly dropped it… I’d just paused The Lost Room with a frame of Joe holding the Gallup Photo in his hand. I was looking at the caller I.D…. with the caller identified as “GALLUP”. I quickly hit the answer button and said in a timid voice, “H… hello.”
“Hello, to whom am I speaking?”, replied a female voice.
“Uh… who’s this?” I said with race of thoughts about crazy object collectors and whether or not I should start burning things in my room to test for indestructibility.
“My name’s Vicki and I am with Gallup Polling services calling on behalf of Wacovia bank. I’m trying to reach a Mr. Justin **** blah blah blah.”, and I realized life was still boring… unless I changed it up on her.
“Uh… he doesn’t live here anymore. I have the comb.”
“He doesn’t live… what?”
“I have the comb. Do you have the Hotel Key?”
“Sir?”
“Are you with The Order?”
“Sir if Mr. **** no longer…”
“Look, I am willing to trade the comb for the key… Or maybe the glass eye.”
“Thank you for your time, sir.”
“Wait! Are you with The Legion?”
“Good bye.”
And that was the end of that… I kinda wish she had played along. I guess she was busy.
Well… Hello, there. I see you have found the ass end of the internet. I bet you are asking yourself, “Is reality… real? Can I trust anything I see for what I believe it to be? Should I put my faith in my own senses…. or should I question everything before me in an endless loop of counter-productive anti-social frustration?”
