This is not Locke
by Alan Kennedy
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When I ran into Locke again I felt something was off about him. Something just wasn't right, I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it was horribly unsettling. It can be difficult to see in the jungle at night but he looked... different somehow. Ah, Im just imagining things I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't shake this foreboding feeling. It wasn't long before I discovered just why I felt as I had. Shortly after the encounter when I returned to shore I was told there was something I had to see. What I was shown I will never forget. Lying there in the sand was the cold lifeless body of John Locke... The man I had only recently talked to was not John Locke. It was an impostor posing as a dead man.
I don't really know who or WHAT I had been talking to.
All I know is that they had one hell of a costume.