This morning I woke up from the most vivid horror dream I've ever had.
I had just gotten a kickass huge, old apartment where the last owner left everything there, like animal heads on the walls, retro electronic shit, ancient furniture. On my first day living there, I met a whole group of people who were friends in that neighborhood. They seemed cool. At least they did until they all started coming over and not leaving. There were ALWAYS there, hanging out, dirtying dishes, playing their own annoying music, and living out their relationship drama in my living room.
Then came the mutant/zombie attack. Suddenly, during a conversation about the drama of one of the chicks in the group, we noticed the window of the front door was filled with mutants (zombies?) They weren't dead per se, but they were palish, and their eyes had been turned kind of sideways, and a lot of them were wearing costumes--one looked like Amadeus, another like a rapper, another was a man dressed as a woman, and so on. Like terribly disturbing trick or treaters.
I, of course, ran to the sword room, where swords and animal heads hung on the walls. It was also a library filled with old books (this was one KICKASS apartment, you see.) But I couldn't find the fucking room! And some jackass (one of the many friends who wouldn't leave my house) had managed to allow the mutants into the door while he was "messing around" and making some sort of joke at the door. Great time for jokes, douchebag. Anyway, so I couldn't find the swords. I ran in circles through all the other rooms, but alas, the sword room was gone. It just dissolved into dream land.
So I turn to leave the kitchen where I'm still looking, and the hallway is filled with mutants. They are basically like cosplay zombies who can talk, and particularly enjoy making snide one-liners before they kill you. Too bad I can't remember the one-liner I got. Amadeus-mutant killed me with his bare hands, then I woke up. And I still feel the adrenalin from running around looking for a sword.
What the fuck? I guess that was my weird little Halloween celebration in my head.
I had just gotten a kickass huge, old apartment where the last owner left everything there, like animal heads on the walls, retro electronic shit, ancient furniture. On my first day living there, I met a whole group of people who were friends in that neighborhood. They seemed cool. At least they did until they all started coming over and not leaving. There were ALWAYS there, hanging out, dirtying dishes, playing their own annoying music, and living out their relationship drama in my living room.
Then came the mutant/zombie attack. Suddenly, during a conversation about the drama of one of the chicks in the group, we noticed the window of the front door was filled with mutants (zombies?) They weren't dead per se, but they were palish, and their eyes had been turned kind of sideways, and a lot of them were wearing costumes--one looked like Amadeus, another like a rapper, another was a man dressed as a woman, and so on. Like terribly disturbing trick or treaters.
I, of course, ran to the sword room, where swords and animal heads hung on the walls. It was also a library filled with old books (this was one KICKASS apartment, you see.) But I couldn't find the fucking room! And some jackass (one of the many friends who wouldn't leave my house) had managed to allow the mutants into the door while he was "messing around" and making some sort of joke at the door. Great time for jokes, douchebag. Anyway, so I couldn't find the swords. I ran in circles through all the other rooms, but alas, the sword room was gone. It just dissolved into dream land.
So I turn to leave the kitchen where I'm still looking, and the hallway is filled with mutants. They are basically like cosplay zombies who can talk, and particularly enjoy making snide one-liners before they kill you. Too bad I can't remember the one-liner I got. Amadeus-mutant killed me with his bare hands, then I woke up. And I still feel the adrenalin from running around looking for a sword.
What the fuck? I guess that was my weird little Halloween celebration in my head.
I understand though if you cant make it.