Read "Weirder Than Weird" 18 Bizarre Tales From a Disturbed Mind Page 24

“My tale actually begins on one particular hot day in mid-August. I was just lounging around in my underwear trying to work up a not-so-interesting story when I got a knock at my door. A young lad handed me a telegram from my editor back in the States, but I hesitated to open it right away. I had full control over my own stories and the only time I received unsolicited news from him was on the rare occasion when he wanted to congratulate me on my latest submission. Of course, I hadn’t sent him anything in over two weeks, so the telegram set me on edge. I fully expected bad news as I slowly tore open the envelope, but relief came over me as I read. ‘Wilson. You are to proceed to a town in Bolivia called “Tapacari” where you will contact a man named Juan Chavez at…’ The telegram went on with additional details and I was relieved that it turned out to be only an assignment. That afternoon I was packed and on the first train out of Mancora and headed toward Bolivia. But as you will see, I never did make it to my destination.