Day 113

You're in the cinema alone.
The seats on either side of you are empty.
Your friends are running late.
As the adverts start up you hear a faint but constant murmuring sound.

Turning around you see the rest of the audience staring at something on the ceiling.
You can't see what it it and you can't hear what they are saying but they say it in unison.
The film begins to play but you are too distracted by the others with you.
As the music in the movie picks up they begin to sway all at once, heads rolling on their shoulders.

Their murmuring grows louder and louder, you can almost make out what they are saying now.
The film begins to flicker and freeze.
This doesn't last long, soon the film stops altogether and is replaced by the image of a black apple.
The murmuring is now very clear yelling.

You have no idea what language they are speaking, it is unlike anything you've heard before.
They stare at the screen, eyes wide open and arms outstretched.
The black apple looks to be slowly rotating as the screen pans outwards.
It is resting on a severed head whose eyes and mouth are wide open.

The audience, formerly chanting, grow quieter as the head's movements grow frantic.
The head on screen opens its mouth and the audience collectively gasps.
A thick tar-like liquid pours out and it screaches as the others around you stand up.
Hesitantly you stand also, afraid to be caught out.

The head stops its wailing and stares in your direction.
It blinks and everyone else collapses.
You are unable to move, unable to speak.
The head grins literally from ear-to-ear and you step forward.