Probably wont be back online again, until sometime Sat. afternoon...have lots to do tomorrow, and lots of shopping to do on Saturday....real life encroaching on my FR time...
So, you guys have fun this evening,and tomorrow, and I will see you all on Saturday...
Palo, how goes the floor clearing project?
*And now for a chilling tale of horror called.. The In-Betweeners.*
It was his first vacation in a good long time, so he had plans for going somewhere. Anywhere. Didn't matter where to, he just wanted to get there. His wife suggested a little trip to the mall, a little bit of relaxing atmosphere.. the whole nine.
He wasn't sure it was a good idea.
The mall was crowded, but not unpleasantly so. The ambient buzz of sound morphed into a droning hypnotic lulling that made him feel slightly delerious. It wasn't long before they'd done some shopping, and he'd grabbed a choclate shake, that the crowd started to thin. It was getting late.
A young teen rudely bumped him from behind. He looked at the kid who shoved a second time.
"You got a problem, pops?" the kid mouthed.
"No, do you? There's lots of room for you to walk. No need to shove me." he went back to his shake. His wife was a couple yards away. The punk was rummaging in his pocket with one hand, somewhere a watch beeped. The kid was getting nervous and kept looking over his shoulder at someone. The man's napkin hit the floor.
As he bent to pick it up, the punk pulled out a smallish gun and screamed something he couldn't understand. It didn't initially register. He didn't understand.
Two quick pops made him flinch. He heard a scream. The floor greeted him with cold arms.
*Split* "huh?" *Split*
He opened his eyes. The crowds were gone. Only a handful of people stood nearby. Most of them were children, with a smattering of older people here and there.
"The new guys awake." said a little voice. He sat up and looked around.
"Where's my wife?" he asked.
A small child stepped in front of him, looked around, and stated simply, "You're not there anymore."
The man was starting to get upset. What was this? Last he knew, he was at the mall and some punk pulled a gun and.. Oh my God.
He jumped up and started shouting his wifes name, calling for help, calling for anyone. The small group walked up to him, telling him that he didn't understand, he had to calm down, he had to listen.
"Where is this? Where am I? Who are you people? Is this hell?"
The child looked at him with sad eyes, "You're in between."
The gun went off close by, very close. She swore she could feel the heat from it. She turned in time to watch her husband slump forward to the floor, the kid turned and ran as fast as he could. Sweatjacket flying in the breeze.
She heard a scream, and realized that she was screaming once her throat got sore. She screamed for help, for somone to do something. Largely, the crowd just parted and kept going. She cradled her husbands head in her lap. His face looked blank, almost like he was deep in thought.
"Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me."