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Stumbling into the brush, he cast a hurried look behind him. Three of them were still in pursuit, and making ground fast. He thrashed his way further into the bushland, leaving an obvious trail of broken and crushed foliage in his wake. At some point he was going to have to try and hide, or at least throw them off the scent. He slowed his pace and began looking for possible directions in which he could change course without making too much noise. He came to a small clearing free of shrubs in which a large ghost gum stood guard. To the left was an opening through the thicket that appeared to stay that clear for a few hundred metres at least. He moved in that direction for about 15 metres and stopped before a large Banksia which was almost blocking the path. He grasped a few of the branches closest to him and snapped them. He hoped this would be enough to be noticed once his pursuers came this way. He sprinted back the way he had come, being careful to stay on the edges of the path so as not to make obvious tracks. He then went to the opposite side of the clearing, past the old gum. This time he was careful not to break branches. He then moved more slowly, keeping as quiet as possible and taking in deep breaths to slow his heart rate.

He had gone this direction for only about 50 metres when he heard his pursuer’s crash into the clearing. There were some muffled conversations too muted by distance for him to hear. He stopped and crouched, straining to hear what was being said. Then a voice called out "there’s an opening over here", followed by more muted conversation and finally the sound of feet running off in the other direction. That was all he needed to hear, he took off again maintaining his careful footfalls. Every few minutes he would halt and listen, there were no sounds of pursuit. It was likely they would have noticed eventually the lack of tracks and broken foliage, and would be fanning out to cover a large area. This meant that he was far from being in the clear. This was harsh country and he had long ago lost his bearings. He merely ran in this direction because it was away from the pursuers. At some stage he would need to rest, and think, and eat.

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He wont talk to me about it. Just a few grumbled comments about how it was not possible and lets leave it at that. He fears the result of saying it out loud. Like to speak it would be to acknowledge it as fact, as an event. It was his heart. A heart attack. A nasty one. Put his lights out, nearly lost his life. Actually was clinically dead for a few minutes. He was taken to emergency and rushed into surgery immediately. She told me this, he wasn’t exactly lucid at this point. They lost the pulse while they were opening him up. A tense few minutes before he was stabilised. The surgery was a success and he was taken into the room we are in now. I ask again. What happened in there? He keeps mumbling to himself and shaking his head. Cant figure out how he could know exactly what happened. How he seemed to be watching the surgery from the ceiling. How he yelled and yelled to the doctors and nobody answered him. I saw myself there, how is that possible? Actually it is possible, there have been many cases of… I don’t want to talk about it. Its not possible. I wont have any of it. Get me some water. Is the cricket on?

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Jim is a voyeur, and he is about to die. He had installed the perfect spying video surveillance money can buy into the roof of the Martins art deco home two weeks ago, however a chord must have come loose somewhere because the camera installed above the bedroom was now showing static. Jim first discovered the wife Kate buying cough medicine in the local pharmacist. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, light brown shoulder length hair, round hazel eyes and jeans so tight they could have been painted on. She looked late 30's but still sported the body of a nineteen year old. From the first second he saw her he knew he had found his new obsession. Ever since Rachael had moved out of her unit to go live with her new boyfriend, he had been randomly climbing fences, but finding nothing to keep his attention for more than a few nights. But this one, good Lord she was a keeper. His mouth was filling with saliva even now as he thought back on the last fortnight’s footage. She was certainly living up to his expectations. Last Wednesday’s recording of Kate being intimate with her husband was by far the most satisfying voyeuristic experience he had ever had, and he had seen a lot over the years. Now with the new surveillance technologies available and a worthy subject it had taken his obsession to new heights.

Jim waited until the following morning when the Martin's both left for work to return to the house and discover the problem. The house had proven to be an equally perfect location; high fences and trees blocked the neighbours view to the house and allowed him easy access to the backyard. There was no need to break into the interior as all the equipment was placed in the roof cavity. He need only to climb the trellace to the roof and remove a few tiles to gain access. Once inside he was able to crawl along the beams with a torch in his mouth. He carefully crawled to the far end where the bathroom camera was, confirmed it was indeed in working order and moved over to the bedroom one. This also appeared to be fine. He then moved on to the far corner to check the main receiver was functioning. This consisted of a small wireless box that picked up the data from both cameras. Next to this was a battery pack that normally did not require recharging for another six months. Everything looked fine. He was certain that there was no interference, he had accounted for all the electrical disturbances and none were strong enough to cause a camera to show static. He deduced that it must be the camera itself, he simply needed to take a more thorough look. He turned and headed back to the bedroom again. It was a warm day outside and the confined area was beginning to really warm up. Sweat was dripping from Jim's forehead profusely. He raised his hand to wipe his brow when a hissing sound came from the beam directly above him. He looked up to discover a possum within two feet of his face, glaring at him with bared teeth. He let out a yelp and the torch dropped from his mouth and onto the roof, causing the light to switch off. In a panic he reached with both hands toward the place he believed it fell while at the same time feeling the possum’s sharp claws scraping against his cheek. He screamed again and lost his balance on the beam. The roof gave way with a split and before he had time to react, he was falling head first down the cavity between the two bedrooms. It was a good twelve foot drop and in the dark he had no chance to judge when the ground would reach him. It was all over in a matter of seconds.

The fall was enough to snap his neck when he struck the oak floor, arms spread out to his sides and still upside down, like Christ on the cross in reverse. It took another three weeks before he and the equipment were discovered. Complaining of the strange smell coming from the spare bedroom, Kate had followed her nose to the small air grate common in such old houses. She got down on hands and knees and looked through the ornate patterns with a torch, only to discover Jim’s grey horrified face staring back out at her, a fitting end for a voyeur indeed. Even in death he was spying on people.

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“Hope springs eternal”. Those were the last words I heard before I died. One would question what the need for hope is in heaven, so I must presume that this little pearl of wisdom is limited to the living. Why my wife decided that a priest was necessary is beyond me. I had never been to a Church in my life. And yet there he stood at the foot of the bed, oozing grace and compassion. Quoting from his favourite book of positive affirmations, “Now Mrs. Brent you must not forget: He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity. You must have faith in yourself and in God”. I could tell my wife was not buying it for a second, good girl. So as my life spring dried up, my last thoughts were indeed of hope. Not for myself, but for my beautiful wife, whom I will love until the end of time. Hope may not be eternal, but love is.

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