I wake up to the sun streaming into my
room through the tiny gap in my curtains. I groan. I finally roll over and get
out of bed, not something i
enjoy doing when i know
i have
to go to work hanging out of my ass. As i walk
to the bathroom to go and check the morning monster (that's
my
face and hair for all of you normal people), i trip
over the cat lying in the middle of my bedroom floor. “FIDDIE, for god sake!!” i yell
as my fat black and white cat jumps to his feet and scuttles over to the corner
of the room. I look at the time and see that it says 16:15, how am i
supposed to sober up before 18:00? I put on the shower in some hope that it
might wash away the alcohol.
I trudge downstairs in my dressing gown,
Fiddie not far behind me, now clearly desperate to go outside. I let him out
then begin to make my breakfast; fried eggs, bacon, sausages, hash browns and
tomatoes, baked beans and cheese. Now if that’s not a hangover breakfast then i
don’t know what is!
I scoff it down whilst laughing at Fiddie
doing some kind of fighting dance in the garden against something i
cannot see. I see him yelp and then fall to the floor so i run
outside to get him. I check him over for bee or wasp stings but see nothing. I
then notice that the scuff of his neck is up, like someone had just grabbed it,
a human sized hand. I carry him back inside, rocking him slightly to comfort
him and then lay him in his bed so i can
continue to get ready.
I chuck on my jeans and work shirt in an
attempt to look semi-presentable in my poor state and quickly put on some
makeup. I grab my bag and keys, kiss Fiddie on the head and walk out the door.
Only after walking for about five minutes do i
realise that i have
left twenty minutes earlier than i
needed to but thought better than to go back.
I work in a bar in a town called
Wakefield, its not the most exciting place in the world but its cool. It
only takes 7 minutes to walk to my work which is 4 streets up from my house so i
arrive at 17:40 outside the doors. As i own
my own set of keys, i let
myself in and plan to start getting things ready early. I instantly stumble and
trip through the door way, not a great start. I turn around in hope no one has
seen, there was no one there.
I walk into the darkness and fumble for
the light switch on the left hand side. After a good two or three minutes
running my hands all over the wall, i find
the switch and flick it on, all of the bulbs blow. I am now stood in pitch
black wondering what has just happened. Did i blow
a fuse? I know the electrics are ancient in this old Victorian building so
anything could have happened!
I get out my phone from my bag and use it
as a torch. I use it to guide myself to behind the bar so i can
turn on the emergency lights, these blow too. Now i am
starting to get a bit freaked out. I am in a cold, dark, old building on my own
with my phone as my only source of light. I decide to sit on the floor behind
the bar and call my boss to come early and help me but there is no signal. I
make a decision to get get out of there and at least stand outside and wait for
my boss.
Still using my phone for light, i get
up and begin to walk out from behind the bar and toward the front doors when i
catch a glimpse of white out of the corner of my eye. I turn with caution to
see what it is and as my eyes adjust, i see
a dark figure with a pale face stood in the far corner of the room. I stand
there, petrified, staring at the figure in shock. It doesn’t move, it doesn’t
speak, it just stares right back at me. I drop my phone on the floor which
releases me from my frozen state, the light landing upwards so i am
still able to see. I don’t dare pick it up. I hear a “Hello… HELLOO??” coming
from my phone, my boss must have finally picked up the phone, this was not a
good time.
I start to walk backwards slowly toward
the front doors, not taking my eyes off of the figure. Once i get
to the doors and try to push them open, i find
that they have been locked. This is when the figure starts to move slowly
toward me; silently, peacefully. As it gets closer i can
see that it is a girl with a chalk white face, black hair and black period
clothing. She stops, about five feet away from me. I can only vaguely see her
with the light from my phone, still on the floor.
A noise instantly distracts me from her,
a gushing noise coming front the bathrooms and from behind the bar. All of the
taps have been turned on full power. Now I’m starting to actually panic. I
start to feel cold water soaking into my shoes and socks. The light from my
phone dims a little under the water, making it harder to see.
The girl starts to raise her hands up
really slowly, showing her pale white palms, like she might be surrendering. Im
frozen still again, not knowing her next move. She stops raising her hands at
about shoulder height. We stare at each other for a minute, she must be able to
see the fear on my face. She clenches her fists quickly and a surge of piercing
pain runs all the way through me, from my feet to my head. My back arches, all
the muscles in my body spasming… Then everything goes black.
