Experiment In Terror 05 On Demon Wings - Plot & Excerpts
There’s real y nothing worse than riding in the rain and even though you’d think I would be used to it from living in the Pacific Northwest and al , it stil sucked. But it suited my mood, suited the level of defeat I felt from the meltdown with the customer. How could I have been careless, to let my emotions get the best of me like that? I was acting out of character and succumbing to my own paranoia that there wasn’t something right with me. I just couldn’t seem to get my head screwed on properly, couldn’t seem to focus and bring myself into the present, into the here and now. Even the ride home, with the nasty, cold rain and the wind that picked up as I rode and battered me from the side, even that felt like it happened to someone else. I cal ed for my mom but she was out, so I went upstairs to my room, each step rising above me like a mountain, and crawled right into bed. I lay on my back for a while, just staring up at the speckled ceiling. I was numb and grateful for it.
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