Bad Habit
Joshua. Was what he called a casual smoker, working his way toward a serious habit. He was always confronted about his addiction, which started two years back, since his friends and family found out. He thought about quitting, and a few times he tried. However, Habit always brought him back to it. He liked to smoke most times. Other times, he felt guilty.
Eventually, he decided. For his love and her baby, soon to be his family. One month and it will be done. Of course, he thought of this while smoking. That day, something seemed.. Off about the cigarettes. They tasted a bit worse, and the blackened end seem to be darker than usual... Almost wet. "Ah, I'm sure it nothing. Besides, one month, I'm done!" The next day, again he stepped out of the office to have his hourly smoke. He felt that something was definitely off today... Not even noticing the single drop of a tar like fluid that fell from his cig. But what he did see was it seemed even darker than before. "Well that is definitely strange..." He said, more focused on the rough days at work ahead. Immediately after his smoke his stomach was churning. "Uggh... Shouldn't have smoked after coffee... Bleh."
The days went on and on like this, ignoring all the strangeness happening, till the final night. His last cigarette in hand. "Finally, I can end this.." "no....."
Shocked he whipped his head around frantically outside the steps of his home. He swore he heard something. And why was his hand so clammy on a dry winter... That was as far as he could think before noticing black tar from his hand sliding down his wrist. "The fuck?!" He looked up to see only trees, blowing fiercely, as if... The wind were actually blowing... In the dead still air. He dropped the cigarette and walked back in. "That's it, I'm too freaked. Can't do this shit!" He stormed back in, took a shower to relax and plopped onto the chair in his living room with his laptop and began to watch some funny YouTube videos.
Upon watching a great video of Billy Connelly and his Colonoscopy story, he passed out cold. It was a few hours in that he felt uncomfortably hot around his lap... He shuffled to situate the laptop on his lap and started drifting again. Midway into falling asleep again, the pain of heat intensified, but strangely, only on his thigh. Eyes closed, he tried to push the laptop off absentmindedly, but shocked into consciousness when he brushed a cigarette off onto the floor. Immediately he shot up, terrified. It was oozing tar onto the floor around him! And the moment he screamed... It sparked.
"Male, Caucasian, 21 years of age. Cause of death: Third degree burns on 98% of his body. But... It's odd. His eyes remained perfectly unharmed. And his face contorted into a scream as if he burned before asphyxiation could begin. This is way too odd... I need a smoke."
Credited to Azvel741776
Originally uploaded on November 5, 2012
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