Amongst other things, every single piece sat in harmonious conjunction with one another. Stepping back and looking at it, breathing it all in; I couldn’t be prouder of my (very special) work. Everyone, a small token of each of my clients, were with me always.
It was nearing around 12am, and my stomach felt as if it were eating itself, so I went to prepare a meal. I’m not one for eating most kinds of lean beef or chicken, but I do prefer salmon. Baked in the oven, crusted with herbs and spices, a fresh orange and a wistful smell. With a glass of red wine on the side, it’s a good dinner in my book. As I sat down with the food, stuck my fork in, and started to take my first bites, the lights started to flicker. At first it was hard to see, but I looked up and saw the shadow figure again. Every time the lights flickered, a new one appeared until they formed in a semi circle around the table. It was so dark that I couldn’t exactly make out who they were, but with every flash they got closer and closer right until they were all up in my face. Now I could get a good look at them.
Amelia Wainwright, Rachel Cordonova, Amman Jacobson, Marvin Briggs, Carmen Mills, Zakir Potter, and Halina Norwalk all stood before me. I could never forget their names.
“Our teeth…,” Rachel and Amman groaned.
“My skin…,” Marvin whispered.
“Our skulls…,” Amelia and Zakir whimpered.
“We cannot rest!,” yelled Halina as she slammed her fists on the table, “Why do you keep us here?!”
I couldn’t mutter a response to their questions. No matter how much I tried to say something, it felt like the words were stuck in my throat.
“Answer us!,” they all yelled harmoniously.