Monday, October 31, 2016

Microstory 441: Floor 1 (Part 1)

I am the gatekeeper. We’ve started receiving so many calls about those deaths that we had to hire two more people for reception. They built a little post for security in the corner of the lobby that wasn’t there before, for a now much-needed protection. You might laugh, but we have seen people come in just to scream and fight against “the man”. The security guard has done an excellent job of protecting us, but nothing could have prepared us for a threat from within. Ya know, I’ve always considered myself very well in tuned with nature. I take care of a beautiful garden that goes around my whole house. And I swear that I know what my plants are feeling. I know what they need, and when they need it. I am the most self-aware person you’ll meet, so don’t think this makes me some kind of delusional crazy person. When I tell you that I have all day sensed that something bad was going to happen, you can be damn sure that I’m not lying. The world and time, they talk to me, and though I’ve sometimes had a hard time interpreting it, I can always tell. I can always feel it. Today is unlike any other day. Today is exception and dangerous. Just before it happens, I feel a rush of wind come over me. This is the spirit, warning me to get out of the way. Only as I’m moving away from the desk did it register that something was falling towards me. I look up and witness the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I try to urge my trainee to move away too, but there is not enough time. Both the window and the man hit the reception desk. Glass shatters and flies everywhere. Something hits me in the chest and knocks me over. And then it happens. I hear a loud crash in the elevator shaft.

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