The I-240 S, connecting Memphis to New Orleans, was quite and a pleasure to drive as usual. On this night, a lone driver, Robert, counted light poles flashing by as he cruised along. His mind idle, a workshop of sorts. The heavy, late-evening darkness engulfed everything outside the periphery of illumination from the lights. Robert had to attend a meeting which had been scheduled at 11 the next morning. The rate at which he was going would get him there by 8. He decided a little stopover to stretch his limbs wouldn’t hurt. A wayside pub soon presented itself to his field of vision. Parking outside, Robert strolled in to find the lone bartender staring at a large TV screen opposite the counter. There were no other customers in sight, hardly a surprise considering it was nearing midnight and the location was almost the back of beyond. Ordering a beer, Robert turned to face the television. It appeared to be screening a session on anatomical research. A doctor, clad in surgical gear, was explaining the process of removing the human heart to cure it of some curious ailment Robert had never heard before. “Who is the doc lecturing? I see no attendees in the workshop”, said Robert to the bartender. “Well, maybe to the audience of this program. Such as me”, the bartender replied. “You? You are serving drinks in a pub”, sniggered Robert. “Hey, its never too late to learn new trades”, the bartender smiled. “If you say so. Though, I see no point in an anatomy workshop without a demonstration” “With him, it’s always a thorough description of theory followed by the demo”, the bartender explained. “But where’s the subject?” A creaking sound, similar to a door opening, caught Robert’s attention. What’s interesting was it didn’t come from the direction of the door. Robert turned around to see the “TV screen”, which in reality was a transparent glass panel tightly integrated to the wall in the shape of a screen, had swung open. Behind it, Robert could see the operation theatre. The doctor in the program stood at the opening of the panel, smiling at Robert. The “program” had suddenly turned very real! “I see we have our subject for tonight, Phil”, the doctor said. Dropping the beer, Robert made a run for the door. He had only taken a few steps when a tranquilliser dart, fired by the bartender, embedded itself at the back of his neck. As Robert lay paralysed on the floor, the last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the doctor, a blood-curdling smile spreading across his face, advancing upon him with his surgical knife… #happyhalloween #horrorfanfiction
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 07:04:38 +0000
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