GRL Victims Report

[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...