This is the first part of a story I wrote elsewhere on the web. If you want more of it give me a yell.
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Mighty Cthulhu rose, and madness followed. We all felt in our dreams at first. Uncomfortable, vague sensing that bad things were on the way. I remember waking in my apartment in Nebraska dreaming of the sea. During the day as I went to work, I noticed people acting differently. Some walked as if in the grips of somnombulance, a dazed expression and jerky movements, as if they were constantly startled. Others had an almost manic frenzy about them, pursuing some unknown goal.
I walked the few blocks to my office building and found the place deserted. Phones were ringing, but the receptionist had a glazed look about her.
“Kathy?”
She looked up.
“Uh, yeah…”
“You ok? Need some coffee or something?”
“No, I’m fine I was just thinking about this dream I had…” she looked off into space.
I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes, she didn’t respond.
What the hell? I walked to my cube. Almost the second I sat down my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“It’s all winding down.”
“What?”
“It’s all winding down and us with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
I looked around, the place was half deserted, Thomas from inventory was standing at the water cooler letting all the water in it pour out on the floor, there was a scream from the conference room. I stood up and saw the blinds were down and there was a red smear on the glass inside. Something sounded like chaotic movement inside. I had the phone in my hand and slowly put it back up to my ear.
“You see?”
“See what?”
“You’ll see soon.”
