Once the shock occurred, the individual would again smoothly blend into the repetition.
All the room’s occupants turned silently as one and looked at my side of the room.
Many of us were left bleeding.
Although they all have a face, they’re not complete or recognizable as we humans are.
Some jelly-like masses fall out of the door and into a pile.
And then I see her skull has cracked open, and she is gone.
Yikes, Margaret, scary stuff! Margaret, do you have links or a short bio you’d like to share?
If so, please send them via Dennis, here.
