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Steve Richards came home from work in the late evening. His short roundish wife with almost mullet-like feathered hair had made pizza rolls in the microwave for dinner. Steve was not impressed.
The television set played a scene that seemed almost out of a dream. A pale corpse-like man in a powder blue suit danced in slow motion on a foggy stage covered in various red and violet neon lights. The entire time, the man stared, smiling at the television viewer with a seemingly endless supply of blood flowing from his eyes, nose, and mouth. The sleeves and suit were drenched in dark wet splotches as his fingernails bled as well. Artificial clapping and laughter over the sounds of grinding machinery was all that played in background as noise.
Steve punched the power button to the television off, causing a vase full of tin foil flowers to topple over onto the counter.
Steve stared at the dried hairspray coated on
After several minutes, Vicki broke the silence by asking,
Steve nodded and continued,
Steve had heard the sound as well. He jumped up from the chair and walked towards the backdoor, searching out the kitchen windows into the pitch black darkness. Steve was startled by Vicki, who suddenly began clapping slowly. He whipped around to face her as Vicki looked up from the plate in a trance while still clapping. She had a crazed smile plastered on her face and far off look in her eyes.
Another noise caused Steve spin around towards the window again. The same man from the television program stared back at him through the window with a blood covered face. Suddenly, the back and front doors to house burst open. Strange ghost-like people in various outfits came flooding in, some with spotlights and video cameras, and some just clapping and chanting the word
==Part 2==
Greg walked into his
Greg began raiding through the refrigerator, but it was nearly empty. He sorted through various genetically made diet food in white containers and a few leftover casseroles that all gave off a pungent smell similar to rotten meat. Greg finally found a tin of leftover meatloaf and began scooping cold, slimy, ketchup covered handfuls into his mouth.
Greg had been almost startled by his
Greg wandered into the room and looked over at the television set his grandparents continued to stare at. The television played footage from what seemed like a hidden camera watching an average looking family driving down the road in a mini-van. The family converse and drive for several minutes- to the point that Greg becomes impatient and annoyed.
The family on television continues to drive but run out of gas and pull over to the side of the road.
The footage on the television seemed to cut and change as if time had passed, the man looked tired and annoyed. As he walked, a different random van passed by the man and threw a bottle at him from the passenger window while doing so- followed by psychotic laughter. The man, confused and surprised, looked down at the old plastic water bottle and noticed it was full of what looked like urine. The man was surprised again by the sound of tires squealing. Down the road, the van took a side turn along the highway and was coming back around.
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The man began running in fear; as he searched around, the camera followed with his view- revealing that the area of the highway was fenced in on both sides. Out of breath, the man quickly tries to climb the closest fence as the van screeches to a halt along the graveled shoulder nearby. The van headlights shot directly onto the man, who turned around from the fence with the look of a small terrified animal on his face. Laughter rang out from the van window, yet the headlights blocked the viewer from seeing who was inside.
Greg watched three men in the television footage pass the headlights and almost seemed to float towards the other man. He let out a gasp when he realized the driver of the van was Greg himself. Greg looked back at his grandparents in shock and confusion, by this point he was kneeling on the floor closer to the television.
His grandmother shushed him,
Greg looked back at the television, only to see the video version of him attacking the other man. While violently kicking and beating the man down, who makes no effort to fight back but only sobs and pleads; Greg calmly says odd things to him.
The man begins screaming in pure terror when he truly sees the other two men with Greg, one of which is carrying a plastic red gas can. The camera to the footage again moves with the
The jaw-faced man began pouring the gas all over the now bloodied family man sprawled out on the gravel. The moon-eyed man lit a cigarette, and then lit the rest of a matchbook on fire with the same flame. The flaming matches were then tossed at the mess of blood and gasoline, followed by laughter from the three men. Flames engulfed the family man and random parts of the graveled shoulder within seconds. The camera to the video footage panned from the flaming figure and its gurgled screams to Greg who now smoked the cigarette and continued laughing as he watched the fire continue. The camera revealed the two deformed men had now vanished, as if they had never existed at all and Greg had killed the man alone.
At his
Greg looked towards his grandparents for some sort of explanation but they only continued to stare on at the television set. Greg wanted to leave; he had to get out of there. What the hell was going on? Greg started towards the kitchen but stopped for a second, he had a strange urge to take one last look at the television. It was like a horrific car crash he
Both grandparents and the Greg on television answered his question, again in unison,
The back slider door in the corner of the living room ripped open, swarms of strange people carrying cameras and spotlights came flooding in. Greg began screaming in confusion, he tried to run but they had come in through the front door as well; he was surrounded. Greg screamed louder over the loud clapping and barks echoing from the small dogs that scurried around the room again. His grandparents continued clapping in a trance while chanting
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