Okay, I'm not better yet, but I don't have anymore time to waste. And don't get so angry, try to have some control. If I didn't have a lot of control over my anger... Well, let's just say I have a lot of inner demons constantly telling me things. *chuckles* Ever kinda black out for a moment and have a dream? I have, when I was working too. I'll tell you the story...
About, oh, four years ago, I was working at a place called Scholtzsky's Deli. I had worked there for a month or so and was in the backroom sweeping the floor while it was slow.
I usually worked a ten hour shift, so I was there almost when they opened. It was about five or five thirty, somewhere around there, my halfway point as I liked to think, and my boss was in her office doing paper work and playing card games on her computer.
Suddenly, I was looking at the dining room from an angle that can only be seen if you are floating on the ceiling. All the lights were off, it was night and the pale street lamps outside were the only light to see by, streaming in through the front windows in a red hue. There was blood everywhere, like a cow had exploded and nobody had noticed for hours. It had a tacky feel to it, although I didn't touch it, I could just tell by the way the light danced across the surface.
And not just blood, parts too. Not a limb or a head mind you, but parts. Scraps of torn flesh and internal organs strewn about without any discernable pattern. Stuck in odd positions against the walls and ceiling like a mad artist's masterpiece.
But there was another light soon after that, a flashing light. I didn't recognize it at first because everything was red anyway, but it was a different red. It was a police light, several cars had appeared outside and officers were approaching the front door holding weapons and shouting. But there was no sound, not even when they broke the glass in the front door and unlocked it.
I expected to hear some kind of sticky sound as they walked across the drying blood, but still there was nothing. They rounded the opening that led into the kitchen, only finding more blood and minced flesh amongst the fresh baked bread and shaved ham we used in sandwiches.
They finished the search of the kitchen and moved back towards the office and the big metal walk in fridge. Someone was shouting orders, but I still couldn't hear it, I felt it as the scene shifted somewhat. I can't explain how it did this, something just changed and I noted it. Throughout the time they arrive, my disembodied eyes had followed them from my vantage on the ceiling.
But as they opened the cooler, my view began to change. I was in the cooler, gnawing on the face of my manager like a chunk of roast beef. There was a trail of blood and gore from where the police were standing to me, huddled in the corner with my grisly trophy.
I say me, but it didn't look or feel like me. It was some demon incarnate, naked and bathed in horror. As it turned to the police, I noticed there was something wrong with it's eyes.
It had clawed most of it's face off, and it's eyes were gone from it's head. As it dropped it's meal to the floor with a sickening squish thunk that I felt more than heard, it opened it's fanged mouth in a snarl of rage and made ready a leap against the on police who were frozen in terror.
My manager shook my shoulder before I saw anymore, she said she had been calling me for five minutes and I hadn't answered. I just looked at her and shrugged, saying I hadn't heard her and must've dozed off. She shook her head and commented that I must've been ignoring her, because my eyes were wide open when she found me. I was still in the backroom, broom in hand and a pile of dust at my feet.
The only thing I thought about right after that was, and I quote, "Hmph, that was pretty cool..."
I have never told this in detail to ANYONE else. I have jokingly told a less graphic version, but this is exactly what I saw. I left nothing out.
I have suppressed my anger, it used to be out of control. When I was little, that is.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my Halloween story. *chuckles* 'Tis the season for horror, eh? So, I figured I'd share mine with you. Next time, when I seem to stare off into empty space for a few moments, you'll know where I am...