Mystic Elevator
The time you answered the door -or- The doppleganger
Whatever is going on out there doesn't concern you. And considering how crazy things looked on the news, staying inside for another day seems like a really good idea.
You reach for the phone to call off of work again but find that there is no dial tone.
"What the hell is going on?" You ask aloud.
In an effort to pass time and think about something other than the craziness of the outside world. After a few hours you hear someone knock on your door and you get up to go answer it.
Pulling the door open you see Todd from the office standing in front of you. "Good morning," he says. "We missed you at the office yesterday."
"Yeah," you say. "Well I was sick. What's going on anyway? No one would answer the phone this morning."
"They're dead now," he tells you matter-of-factly. "They're all dead."
"Oh man," you say. "That's awful. What happened?"
"May I come in?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah;" You step aside and invite him in. You close the door behind him as he walks past you. You turn around to see him standing less than an inch away from you. His breath smells like rancid meet. He is smiling at you, a wicked ugly smile of sharply pointed teeth.
"Are you okay?" You ask him.
"Oh, I think so yes," He opens his mouth wide and lets out a sound that is part growl and part hiss as he lunges forward to sink his many pointed teeth into your throat. The pain is excruciating and you find yourself immobile with fear. When he rips away a huge chunk of flesh and gore, you go weak in the knees and fall to the ground.
You are dimly aware of others entering your home. The last sensation you have is the feeling of teeth sinking into your flesh to rip more away.
Things go dark forever now.
Whatever is going on out there doesn't concern you. And considering how crazy things looked on the news, staying inside for another day seems like a really good idea.
You reach for the phone to call off of work again but find that there is no dial tone.
"What the hell is going on?" You ask aloud.
In an effort to pass time and think about something other than the craziness of the outside world. After a few hours you hear someone knock on your door and you get up to go answer it.
Pulling the door open you see Todd from the office standing in front of you. "Good morning," he says. "We missed you at the office yesterday."
"Yeah," you say. "Well I was sick. What's going on anyway? No one would answer the phone this morning."
"They're dead now," he tells you matter-of-factly. "They're all dead."
"Oh man," you say. "That's awful. What happened?"
"May I come in?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah;" You step aside and invite him in. You close the door behind him as he walks past you. You turn around to see him standing less than an inch away from you. His breath smells like rancid meet. He is smiling at you, a wicked ugly smile of sharply pointed teeth.
"Are you okay?" You ask him.
"Oh, I think so yes," He opens his mouth wide and lets out a sound that is part growl and part hiss as he lunges forward to sink his many pointed teeth into your throat. The pain is excruciating and you find yourself immobile with fear. When he rips away a huge chunk of flesh and gore, you go weak in the knees and fall to the ground.
You are dimly aware of others entering your home. The last sensation you have is the feeling of teeth sinking into your flesh to rip more away.
Things go dark forever now.
