GRL Victims Report

[nhcigarfan]

As I left the office last night the intermixed snow and sleeting rain had begun to fall. The pavement reflected light with a dull shine like that of a glistening, rain soaked, tombstone. As I opened the car door I felt a chill come over me. A chill I had not felt before. A weight fell upon me. It was hard to breath. I could sense his presence, but who was he?
I travel the back roads from my office to my home, passing from town to town, as I slowing crested the small hill that boarders the towns of Hampton and Rye I notice an ominous darkness ahead. The houses were dark, the streets empty. As I crept forward it seemed the night closed in around me. The darkness was heavy, and carried with it a foreboding message, a message of sorrow and despair. As I arrived at my home I noticed but one candle in the window. I was surprised still to see my house dark, knowing all along the town was black. As I made my way to my door I felt a rush, not of excitement but rather as if being chased, chased by a force unseen. I throw open the door and slammed it behind me. The rush of air extinguished the light. As I search for the matches the feeling returned, I was being watched. I fumbled with the matches, dropping a few, and finally I re-light the candle. I slowly turned around to see my wife and small child sitting silently on the sofa, before them a package. A package which marked my doom.

I had been stricken, the reaper was upon me.

My head spun, I sat silent. Later I fell into an uneasy slumber. When I awoke this morning it seemed I was in a fog, seeing through another’s eyes. I performed my morning routine as usual. Still, I felt off.

I remember getting into the car, but nothing else. I briefly awoke from this dream, but I was not in the car, rather standing in the hockey store, staring at the plain, bone-white goalie masks. I was taken back, why was I here? I stumbled from the store, dripping in sweat. I’m confused, lost, what is going on here. Darkness.

Again I awake, now I am in Home Depot, in lawn and garden. The axes, chain saws and machetes, so clean, so pure, so right.

Now I understand.

Now I know what to do.

I will be calling on one of you.

[ggiese]

Each day for nearly the last week I've been sensing a strange feeling... Some force, or some thing, is trying to draw me to the office I rarely visit these days... Things are slow here in the winter, so not much need to go there... But - why do I feel this tremendous urge to go there?

Today was a happy sunny day - a bit on the chilly side. Things are pretty cold here right now, but you can sense spring is on the way... I'm happily driving along, but I still have the strange desire to visit the office. I think - hey, what the hell. I'll check my voicemails - see if everything is okay. Why not - I got time to kill...

So I pull up to the building I immediately notice there isn't a thing moving for blocks around the building. No cars, no people, no animals. I think - that's nothing unusual - heck, it's Saturday!!! I should have known better...

I turn the key in the lock to unlock the door. Strange, I have to struggle with the lock a bit. It's as if the lock is trying to stop me from entering. I enter the alarm code and the buttons seem to be more difficult to push than normal... Now I'm gripped with a feeling coming over me that I cannot describe. There is no turning back - I must visit the office...

I round the corner and look into the office - there is it. But what is it? It looks like an ordinary USPS Priority Mail package, innocently covered by the most recent Cigars International catalog. Clearly, the catalog was placed there to allay any fears I had...

As I get closer to the package there is a strange aura filling the room. Is it the fluorescent lights playing tricks? Well, it is a bit chilly in the room and the lights are flickering a bit while they try to warm up. I reach for the package and as I do so - I realize something... The room is never this cold!!! Maybe the thermostat.....

I wake up in a different place.... Surrounded by VERY nice cigars and single malt scotch... Is this heaven??? It can't be... I'm still here!!! NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO.....

Now a strong feeling is gripping me that MAYBE I need to take someone else out...


bbwwwwwaaaaahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!

[Diesel Grinch]

I had this cold feeling come over me while I was sitting in my cube. I knew something was wrong. Standing up and looking careful out my cube opening I saw it. A large dark shape rounding the corner down the hall. Without a second thought I was off at a full run the other way. As I rounded the far corner I could hear him calling my name. I didn't look back but just kept running.

Life is short and I have a family so those poor souls that happen to be in my way as I ran where quickly pushed aside. A few throw into the way of the oncoming darkness.(I never did like Bob. He's an Asshat.) I ignored the screams and calls for help.

My plan was simple if I reached the end of the main hall. I could turn right and go down a small path until I got to Lab B door. Then from there I would cut across Lab B into Lab D then out of the building. As I came to the end of the main hallway I had to slide in order to slow down. As my feet hit the end of the hallway I used my momentum to stand me up again. Then pushing off with my left hand I started to run for the door. My hand tried to turn the door knob but it was locked. This Lab isn't ever locked. I was trapped. Behind me I heard panting. I turn slowly and......

Leaning against the wall bent over trying to catch his breath was John the mail guy. In his other hand was a package and clip board. "Damn it Chris why do we have to do this ever damn day when you get something in the mail!" More panting. "Can't you just sign for it like everyone else! No I have to chase you all over the building." John stands up and comes closer. "Sign here and take the damn thing." I quickly sign the clip board and John hands me my package and turns to leave.

As John walks away I call after him, "Thanks John. See you tomorrow." He quickly raises his hand giving me the one finger salute. I walk away with my prize.

[stjohnroe]

7am, lying in bed when there is a great banging on the door, turn over and let the wife get it as a great despair has been growing in me over the last couple of days, sapping my will to action. Suddenly it occurs to me that all is not right, the bird song in the background has stopped and the dogs, instead of their normal barking at the door, appear to be wimpering quietly.

A long moment later my wife returns to bed, her face ashen, and in a frightened voice whispers "he came for you".

Nervously descending the stairs I find the dogs huddled in a corner of the living room, staring apprehensively at a nondescript box sitting on the desk of the study area. At that moment I detect an unearthly laugh fom the street and the words "who will be next" echo in my ears.

I am still sat in front of the box, trying to gather the courage to open it and see what lies within.

[ggiese]

7am, lying in bed when there is a great banging on the door, turn over and let the wife get it as a great despair has been growing in me over the last couple of days, sapping my will to action. Suddenly it occurs to me that all is not right, the bird song in the background has stopped and the dogs, instead of their normal barking at the door, appear to be wimpering quietly.

A long moment later my wife returns to bed, her face ashen, and in a frightened voice whispers "he came for you".

Nervously descending the stairs I find the dogs huddled in a corner of the living room, staring apprehensively at a nondescript box sitting on the desk of the study area. At that moment I detect an unearthly laugh fom the street and the words "who will be next" echo in my ears.

I am still sat in front of the box, trying to gather the courage to open it and see what lies within.

God I just love that English accent of yours...