A self-made billionaire contacted me about buying something called “Gig-42.” One look at it and I knew I would never be able to go home.

My dad owned a small antique shop that he inherited from his mother, who inherited it from her father. There’s no idea of how many generations the shop had been in our family, but it was at least 4. I ran the shop as a child and as a teenager, I worked there until I graduated. I had other jobs in and out of college and eventually landed a pretty good job in accounting. Fast forward about 20 years and I get a call from a lawyer who informs me that my dad had died and that I inherited the shop again. I hadn’t talked to my dad in over 10 years and still have no idea why he left me the shop in his will. He didn’t die poor either. He was a millionaire before he died and he left all of that money to me as well. The lawyer was surprised I didn’t know any of this and that I hadn’t been back to the shop in so long. Truth is, I got a bad taste in my mouth back when I worked there. My dad started selling some very abnormal items and he was acting very strange. He was making a lot of money from it, but it didn’t seem to be very legal, and it truly freaked me out. He began to get really rich by the time I was in my mid-twenties. He was becoming a very powerful man and I didn’t want anything to do with him. It took me a couple of months to get my affairs in order, but I eventually decided to move back to my hometown and sort out the shop. I got there and it was in almost perfect shape. It looked like a employee had just closed up for the day. My dad had a pretty large house for him and my mom before she passed away. I still remember it from when I lived there as a child. There was a crawlspace in the attic. It was a very narrow crawlspace and I hated having to go in there for any reason. As an adult, I couldn’t even fit inside. I decided to get a professional to come in and clear it out. The guy was huge, and when he was working he said, “This is how you got in here when you were a kid?” I replied, “Yeah, I was skinny.” He said, “You must have been 5 years old.” Anyways, when he was done clearing everything out he handed me a shoebox. I opened it and found a letter and a key. The letter said not to open the safe until I truly knew what was going on in the shop. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I knew exactly where the safe was. I grabbed the key and went to the attic of the shop. Under some tiles, was the safe. I opened it and found a bunch of documents. There were papers about the history of the items my dad had been selling and the financial information to go with it. The financials told the story of a fantastic life that I had missed out on. I was a millionaire since I was 15 and I had no idea. There were huge sums of money coming in and out of the accounts and there were even some properties listed in other countries. As I dug more and more, I found that all of the money was coming in from very rich people buying these items. They weren’t just any items though. They were things like three-legged chairs, door knobs, and paintings of empty rooms. Eventually I discovered that these weren’t just normal things. They were from other dimensions and they gave you the ability to go into other dimensions. The three-legged chair allowed you to see an alternate universe where you made different decisions than you had in this universe. The door knobs opened doorways to other universes. The paintings allowed you to see into the past. One night, I was going over some papers and got tired. I decided to get some sleep. The next morning I was woken up by the doorbell. It was a normal doorbell, but it was loud. I was groggy, but I figured it was probably a customer and it was in the middle of the day. When I came down, I saw a tall man with a beard standing in the shop. He looked around and I said, “Can I help you?” “I’m looking for the owner.” He replied. “There is no owner. I am the owner.” I said. He smiled and said, “My name is Orin Tate.” I had heard of Orin Tate, he was a billionaire. He owned a lot of companies and he was very successful. I knew he was one of the rich people that had bought items from my dad, but I still didn’t know how to react to his presence. “Hello Mr. Tate. I didn’t know you were in the area.” I said. “I’m not here for a visit. I’m here to make a purchase.” He said. “Okay. What did you want to buy?” “I am looking for something that your father called ‘Gig-42’. Do you know what that is?” “I don’t know what that is. I’ll look around and see what I can find.” I said. I was a little embarrassed. I had been working at the shop for months. I had never heard of something called ‘Gig-42’ until he mentioned it. As of that point, I had never even seen the name written down. I searched the shop and the documents I had found in the safe for any clue as to what ‘Gig-42’ was. It took me several hours, but I finally found it. It was a small piece of an article that had been written in an old supernatural magazine. It was folded up and tucked away in a corner. The article explained that ‘Gig-42’ was a portal that allowed the viewer to see into an alternate dimension. It was different than all of the other items because it wasn’t actually an item that could be touched. It was a location that could be found in the forest. The article explained that ‘Gig-42’ was different than all of the other portals that had been discovered. This portal was special because it didn’t show the viewer an alternate reality with a slight difference. It showed an alternate reality that was completely different than our own. The article also listed the coordinates for ‘Gig-42’. It was located in the middle of the forest a few miles away from the shop. I decided to drive out to the forest and find it. I called Orin and told him I was going to look for ‘Gig-42’ and that I would let him know what I found. He asked to come along and I said no. I didn’t know if it actually existed, and I didn’t want him to be disappointed. I got to the forest and found the location listed in the article. I didn’t see anything. There was just a bunch of trees and some rocks. I decided to go back home and look through the documents again. I thought maybe I had missed something. When I got back to the shop, I searched everything again. I couldn’t find anything that I had missed. I decided to call Orin and tell him that I couldn’t find it. He was very upset. He told me he was willing to buy it for a very large sum of money. I told him I couldn’t sell something I didn’t have and I couldn’t find. He asked me to tell him exactly where I looked. I told him the name of the forest and the coordinates. He told me he would go and look for it himself. I told him I didn’t think that would be a good idea. He said, “You know where to find me when you change your mind.” I decided to go back to the forest. I figured he didn’t need to know where I actually found it and then I could sell it to him if I found it. When I got there, I decided to look in a larger radius. I walked around and eventually found a rock that looked similar to what the article described. I walked up to the rock and looked around it. I didn’t see anything. I was about to give up when I got a cold feeling all over my body. I looked at my feet and I was standing on water. I jumped back and fell on the ground. I looked back and I was standing on solid ground. I didn’t understand what was going on. I decided to try to walk through the water again. As I got closer, the water began to disappear. I still couldn’t figure out what was going on. I walked back to where I had originally jumped back from and I saw a figure in a long coat walking away from me. He was walking towards a forest. It wasn’t my forest. The trees looked different and the sky was darker. I decided to follow the figure. He disappeared into the trees and I followed him. I walked for what felt like hours. The sky was getting darker and the trees were getting bigger. I got to a clearing and saw a large town. I decided to explore the town. There were people walking around and houses everywhere. I figured I might find some clues as to where I was and how to get back home. I walked around and looked for somebody to talk to. Eventually, I found a woman who looked like she might be willing to talk. She was sitting on a bench and reading a book. I walked up to her and said, “Excuse me.” She looked up and I froze. There was something wrong with her face. It was melting. One eye was melting down her face and her lips were melting away from her teeth. She looked up at me and said, “What?” I said, “Sorry. I don’t want to bother you.” She said, “You’re not. What do you need?” I said,

A self-made billionaire contacted me about buying something called “Gig-42.” One look at it and I knew I would never be able to go home.

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