Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Eye See You: Randy pt. 17


A middle-aged man sat in the corner of an empty, filthy room. 

There was one window, wide open.  A palm tree swayed in the distance. 

He wasn’t in Chicago. 

I was sure we were looking at Sam. 

The man looked at the camera, his eyes seeming to peer out of the screen at Luke and myself.

He lurched upwards.

Not forward, but upwards, propelled by some invisible force.
Quickly. Rapidly. Up, and up, and…
Crack. Drop. Thud.

His head slammed into the ceiling, his neck bending awkwardly. 

The odd, jagged bones that poked out, stretching and warping the skin, told us all we needed to know. 

Luke was at the top of the list.  

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