CHOOSE YOUR OWN MINDFUCK: A Night in Eighth Block Tower (B13)
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You’ve decided to walk away…
“Sorry, I’m not really feeling it,” you say, thinking she’ll be disappointed, but she only appears to be annoyed. “I think it’s best if I went on my way.”
“Fine,” she says. “But if I get murdered by some blood cult who turns me inside out, just know it was all your fault.”
“Blood cult?” you repeat. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s just a dumb movie I watched when I was a kid. Little did I know then that I was watching what would become my own demise.”
“Stop,” you say, laughing. “If you’re getting bad vibes, then don’t go!”
“Relax, I’m just kidding. T-Dakk’s a good friend of mine. He wouldn’t lead me down the wrong path, I’m sure of it. Go do your thing. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She digs into her purse and removes a black ink pen. “Give me your hand.”
You hold out your hand and she writes her phone number down on the back of it. She traces the numbers so many times over your skin is rubbed raw.
“Damn! Are you trying to give me a tattoo?” you ask, finally pulling your hand away.
She laughs. “I don’t want it to rub off! Write it down somewhere safe as soon as you get the chance. Call me if you ever want to hang. I’m always looking for new friends.”
You nod, give her a hug, then the two of you go your separate ways.
As you step out into the communal hallway, your eyes are immediately drawn to a figure moving down at the opposite end. It’s moving so quickly it feels like a mirage, a blur speeding through darkness. You’re only able to focus on one particular feature before this strange vision disappears from your sight completely: its eyes—its piercing white irises. You’re only able to catch a quick glimpse, but the instant the two of you make eye contact, a tremor of electricity runs straight through you. In this moment, the two of you are connected in a way you’ve never experienced with another human being. Seeing those eyes at the end of the hallway feels like some great milestone. Instantly, you recognize you’re no longer the same person you were before you saw them. Something shifts deep within you, spiritually. A doorway opens. You feel strangely compelled to walk blindly through it.
Despite your better judgment, you run to the end of the hall to follow the specter, but once you’re there, there’s nothing standing beside you.
You’re alone.
However, there’s a song hanging in the air there, ghostlike, a whisper so faint you’re unable to make out its lyrics. You close your eyes and take it in.
It’s coming from the stairwell.
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