Infovore
03-12-2018, 03:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-13-2018, 01:18 AM by BreadProduct.)
The sound of television programming hums the air. Neon blue light cascades on John's heavy face. His short unwashed brown hair matching his defeated brown eyes. He drinks the last of his beer, changing the channel once again.
John turns on his phone, 2:30 am, he has work in the morning. He groans thinking about it. It's a shitty job that doesn't pay enough, flipping burgers at the understaffed Mac Ragers. He will lose his job the instant he isn't convenient. Peeling off the couch, kicking aside a few stray empty beer bottles.
The closet door smashes open. John flinches, dropping the TV remote in his hand. He immediately grabs the nearest thing, a lamp, brandishing it. “Who's there?”
Walking out of the dark closet Mark, his roommate, who's been missing for half a year. “Come with me if you want to live, John.”
John's posture loosen's his brow unsure if it should raise or furrow. “Where have you been, why are you in my closet? How did you get in my closet?”
Mark, his long black hair hasn't seen a haircut in a long time and he looks slim.
Last time John saw Mark, he was a rotund man. Yet, slight traces of muscle hide beneath his baggy clothes. “John there is no time, get in the closet.”
“What? I am not going into the closet, don't get any closer!”
Mark raises his hands, putting on a disarming smile. “Hey, many strange things are going to happen. I need you to pull yourself together and don't panic.” his eyes darts to the side then back at John.
John follows Mark's eyes, instead of a television a dog-sized pitch black creature sits on the stand. Its mouth hangs wide, displaying an astounding collection of irregular teeth. In it's mouth, the television program keeps playing. John screams, his grip on the lamp tightens till his knuckles go white.
Mark forces his hand over John's mouth. “Shh, don't disturb it.” He whispers. “You can only take one thing with you then, get in the closet.”
John turns on his phone, 2:30 am, he has work in the morning. He groans thinking about it. It's a shitty job that doesn't pay enough, flipping burgers at the understaffed Mac Ragers. He will lose his job the instant he isn't convenient. Peeling off the couch, kicking aside a few stray empty beer bottles.
The closet door smashes open. John flinches, dropping the TV remote in his hand. He immediately grabs the nearest thing, a lamp, brandishing it. “Who's there?”
Walking out of the dark closet Mark, his roommate, who's been missing for half a year. “Come with me if you want to live, John.”
John's posture loosen's his brow unsure if it should raise or furrow. “Where have you been, why are you in my closet? How did you get in my closet?”
Mark, his long black hair hasn't seen a haircut in a long time and he looks slim.
Last time John saw Mark, he was a rotund man. Yet, slight traces of muscle hide beneath his baggy clothes. “John there is no time, get in the closet.”
“What? I am not going into the closet, don't get any closer!”
Mark raises his hands, putting on a disarming smile. “Hey, many strange things are going to happen. I need you to pull yourself together and don't panic.” his eyes darts to the side then back at John.
John follows Mark's eyes, instead of a television a dog-sized pitch black creature sits on the stand. Its mouth hangs wide, displaying an astounding collection of irregular teeth. In it's mouth, the television program keeps playing. John screams, his grip on the lamp tightens till his knuckles go white.
Mark forces his hand over John's mouth. “Shh, don't disturb it.” He whispers. “You can only take one thing with you then, get in the closet.”