Yokai
11-01-2005, 10:24 PM
The lights on the street, syncronized and flashing all at once, the town is facing a power issue. The lights on skyscrappers turning on and off and the street lights fading in and out. The rest of the engineers and I are the ones who have to go fix it, what we dont know is what to expect.
Next to the factories with constant smoke, coming out constantly making the sky seem completly back. Our car still running outside is blocked out by the noise of the factory.
Seems almost like an averedge day, though constant paranoia is rushing through my body. I keep looking over my shoulder and looking down the streets. and seeing shadows apearing and disapearing because of the flickering lights. Sparks are coming out of some of them, which worsens the paranoia.
"Alright, lets head inside and see what we can do..." said my partner, Kelly, who I have fallen in love with but I still havent got the guts to face the truth to her.
We walk inside, and the door shuts because of the wind blowing through the broken windows. It reeks of a horrible smell aswell, though it can be expected because we are near the bay area. Though there were dead rats around the complex, thus explaining the horrible smell.
I still keep turning around, and feeling very ill. It was either the smell or the paranoia taking a bigger affect. I thought i could feel heavy breathing, with the breath crawling down my spine giving me shivers.
"What the hell is wrong with you? you keep looking behind your shoulder as if you are seeing ghosts." said my the other, male, co-worker Richard. We always have had stong harsh feelings against eachother. "Do you need to wait in the car or something? I cant work with you being so neveous."
"No, I-I-- will be fine," I stuttered, I couldnt say a word without shaking my voice. The three of us walked over to the generator, we noticed that the gears wouldnt turn, and that there was blood where the gears connected. We started it up again and a rat came out of a gear box and bit Kelly in the left arm. She screamed and I turned to her and she said it was nothing but a rat bite, she said she would check it up later. While we were leaving, I noticed all the dead rats were gone, though the blood stains still stood in their places. I didn't say anything, doesnt seem to be a big deal.
The next day, i came to work and Kelly's face was very pale. "What's wrong?" I said in a very urbane way, and she turned to me and didnt say a word.
Then she opened her mouth but her breath smelt horrible. "Nothing is wrong with me, I am just very very hungry.". I then looked around and saw a bunch of wrappers from food sitting on the floor. I know those werent there yesterday but i still didnt say a word. Though the paranoia in me grew stronger the rest of the day. I always thought Kelly was standing behind me and saw her very pale face and the reeking breath of the dead.
To be continued... :P Too lazy to write im just bored.
Next to the factories with constant smoke, coming out constantly making the sky seem completly back. Our car still running outside is blocked out by the noise of the factory.
Seems almost like an averedge day, though constant paranoia is rushing through my body. I keep looking over my shoulder and looking down the streets. and seeing shadows apearing and disapearing because of the flickering lights. Sparks are coming out of some of them, which worsens the paranoia.
"Alright, lets head inside and see what we can do..." said my partner, Kelly, who I have fallen in love with but I still havent got the guts to face the truth to her.
We walk inside, and the door shuts because of the wind blowing through the broken windows. It reeks of a horrible smell aswell, though it can be expected because we are near the bay area. Though there were dead rats around the complex, thus explaining the horrible smell.
I still keep turning around, and feeling very ill. It was either the smell or the paranoia taking a bigger affect. I thought i could feel heavy breathing, with the breath crawling down my spine giving me shivers.
"What the hell is wrong with you? you keep looking behind your shoulder as if you are seeing ghosts." said my the other, male, co-worker Richard. We always have had stong harsh feelings against eachother. "Do you need to wait in the car or something? I cant work with you being so neveous."
"No, I-I-- will be fine," I stuttered, I couldnt say a word without shaking my voice. The three of us walked over to the generator, we noticed that the gears wouldnt turn, and that there was blood where the gears connected. We started it up again and a rat came out of a gear box and bit Kelly in the left arm. She screamed and I turned to her and she said it was nothing but a rat bite, she said she would check it up later. While we were leaving, I noticed all the dead rats were gone, though the blood stains still stood in their places. I didn't say anything, doesnt seem to be a big deal.
The next day, i came to work and Kelly's face was very pale. "What's wrong?" I said in a very urbane way, and she turned to me and didnt say a word.
Then she opened her mouth but her breath smelt horrible. "Nothing is wrong with me, I am just very very hungry.". I then looked around and saw a bunch of wrappers from food sitting on the floor. I know those werent there yesterday but i still didnt say a word. Though the paranoia in me grew stronger the rest of the day. I always thought Kelly was standing behind me and saw her very pale face and the reeking breath of the dead.
To be continued... :P Too lazy to write im just bored.