Der erste Schritt... (orig. written Jan.2009)

Pref.

A hole had opened itself in my bathroom wall overnight. I looked upon it with nary a rational thought as to how it could have come to be. I could feel the joyless expression written on my face, but my mind was not focused on the hole itself (nor on the, no doubt, astronomical fee that would be charged by whichever day-laborer I could find to patch it). No, my mind was transfixed on what lay within the abyss now before me...

I

Staring into the Lovecraftian void, I saw a figure...

My job has entered the final act; a deathdrain, 90-degree downward spiral that only exists to further batter my already waxing distaste for this company. My efforts have doubled to find yet another job to take me away from the moebius-strip laced with boredom that is Unified Industries. I came to work this morning in a fairly chipper mood (as chipper as I ever allow myself to be). I was singing "Hamstrung on the Highway" by PIG even as I put my car into park in the lot just outside my building. Through the doors, into the elevator and into the freshly painted (sky blue) hallways of the third floor where I now reside, my mood plummeted upon setting foot into the office. It's uncanny and altogether frightening and disconcerting. I need to escape before I become further entrenched.

II

...and as I watched, I wondered, "Is he, nay, IT, watching me?"

I suppose this should have been first in my post, but, eh, oh well. As you can see, I've made my way back to the blogging public. I had another blog on this site, but I thought it more apt to begin anew. I particularly enjoy the layout and overall anonymity of the whole thing. I honestly prefer to "blog" alone, as in, without the possibility of being seeing by anyone. I use writing as a means to get out my current thoughts, however moronic they may be. Of course, that doesn't mean that I mind my closest friends or girlfriend stopping by for a read (so long as they prepare for a journey into boredom).

III
I felt a chill clamp onto every hair of my exposed flesh...

...as though Winter had fallen in spite of the time of year my calendar claimed it to be. Posturing for but a moment, my eyes fell from their forever-stare as I caressed my forearms in a deeply routed ritual of warming oneself, although to no avail. It was only when my eyes returned to the ebon void before me that I realized...

IV
...the figure was gone.