Macabre Monday

Happy Monday!

So I seriously I spent the last twenty hours of my life trying to write a interesting, motivational post about Mondays and some bullshit about taking life by the horns. It quickly turned into a well-researched (we're talking like 6 hours of time) essay on Elon Musk and the three principles of motivation according to Dan Pink. Which was brilliant, but I felt like banging my head against the desk in frustration because I didn't even want to read it. I won't do that to you guys. Instead I thought that I would post a short, completely fictional story I typed up last week. 

Grab some popcorn and kick up your feet. Its a dark horror story so you've been well warned.


I'M on the phone with my ex-boyfriend when he starts begging again. I picture his ugly crying face. What an idiot. He wants me to come home so we can work things out, he says. But really he’s too broke to move out and would sacrifice his pride in exchange for convenience. Since our breakup, I’ve been staying at a friend’s house to allow him time to pack and arrange for a new place. My patience is wearing thin. I roll my eyes and flick a pencil around my fingertips. Frustrated, I sigh and click through another email on my work computer. He’s continues to talk but the words string together into a full sentence of bullshit that I don’t care about.

“Look we can talk about this when I get…”  The line goes dead. “Hello? Shit.” I look down as my cell phone powers off. The screen fades to black and I toss it to the corner of my desk. 

I refocus my attention to the emails flooding into my inbox. For the third night in a row, I’m working late. I took on a project last week which has consumed all my time and to be honest, I’m not exactly sure that I’m qualified for the task. Luckily, I’m decent at research which is the only thing working in my favor right now. Plus it keeps my mind off my personal life. I look around the office floor and notice for the first time that I’m the only one here. Time must have slipped by somehow – the clock is creeping close to 8pm.

I rub my eyes and read through the last couple emails in my inbox. Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow, I decide, and reach over to unplug my laptop so I can take it home. Thunder booms outside the office and I spin around to look out the windows. Its pouring rain and a bolt of lightning spiders across the sky. As I turn back to my desk, a burst of thunder rattles the building and the power flickers then cuts off. Everything goes dark except for the emergency lights. Great, just fucking great.

I pack the laptop and dead cell phone into my bag hurriedly, sling the thing over my shoulder and grab my car keys off the desk. I take a step toward the main lobby when I hear a low, muffled scream coming from the hallway. What the fuck? Luckily, our entire floor is secured with key-card access points. There are four access points which includes two entrances off each end of the main hallway, the lobby which has a set of glass double doors and an employee door with a small window in it directly behind the reception desk. I stand on the other side of the employee door still straining to listen to the commotion over the storm outside.

Its silent for a moment. I inch closer to the door praying for dear life that maybe I didn’t hear the scream at all. With all this stress and the power outage… Maybe it could all be in my head?  

There’s another desperate, gurgling scream. A chill runs down my spine.

Well, shit.

Setting the bag down, I snag my cell phone, slip it into my back pocket and clutch my keys like a weapon. With one last deep breath, I turn to look through the glass window.

On the other side of the glass double doors, I see a young woman dragging herself towards the lobby leaving a trail of what looks like blood behind her. She flips over onto her back just as a man in all black with a hood over his face comes around the corner. He follows the girl, kicking her bare feet as she crawls backwards on her elbows. Kneeling beside her, he withdraws a knife and in one motion stabs her in the side, laughs and removes the blade. Blood pours onto the floor.

He stops and suddenly turns to the glass double doors. Our eyes lock on each other and he cocks his head sideways.  As he stands, he smiles through the cut out of the hood and raises the knife to his mouth. He slips the blade over his tongue and eagerly laps up the sticky, dark red blood still left on the knife. His eyes are on me the entire time and when he smiles again, his teeth are stained with her blood.

I open my mouth to scream and nothing comes out. My body starts to shake uncontrollably and he reaches for the door knobs. He jiggles the handles realizing that even though the power is out, the doors are still locked. Relief washes over me for a second. I start thinking about getting to a phone when he spots the key card on a lanyard around her neck. He bends over her and tries to yank the thing off her limp body and when it doesn’t tear away, he drags her by the neck towards the doors. I hear her neck crack as he lifts her head by the lanyard and runs the keycard across the access point. I close my eyes for the first time in a while and wait to the electronic beep that signifies that the doors unlocked.  

I know I’m going to die tonight.