Jimmy Ferrer

I woke up in the hospital with two broken legs and a severe case of pneumonia.

The doctors told me I'd likely never walk again, when they kindly informed me that the bones in my legs were essentially obliterated from heel to hip.

They asked me non-stop questions about what had happened to me.

But I couldn't risk being put in a psych ward, all because of saying, "'Well, I was doing a viral online challenge.'"

and somehow transported myself to a literal hell where I almost drowned in an infinite black ocean, and fell for an eternity before smashing my legs into dust to save myself from the freefall comparable to a space jump.

And oh yeah, did I mention the giant studio audience?

I could have never guessed what would come next.

Stephanie filled me in on what happened later, when we watched the recording of the stream together.

She had no way to explain what she saw when she came back to grab me at the end of the hour.

In the video, I could see my original attempt at bailing and strapping back in.

I could also see that I wasn't counting in my head.

I was counting out loud.

When I heard copies of my voice counting with me, that was in the video.

When I reached the black ocean and began to get wet, that was in the video.

You could watch along as my clothing became soaked from my feet up to my hair.

As I was gagging and coughing in the video, you could see a dark, and now that I could see it in the lit video, dark blue water shooting from my nose and mouth.

The vomiting must have been liters of water.

That happened in the video too.

Way more water than I could ever hide in my mouth, so much so that I was accused of using CGI or camera trick by the watchers.

I could relive each horror in each moment of my experience by watching the file.