Day 189

Your friend said to meet you at the old warehouses by the docks.
Said he had something important to show you.
Apparently it was life-changing.

When I got there, he wasn't anywhere to be found.
Gave him a call and faintly heard his phone ringing from inside the warehouse.
The fence was wide open so I assumed the public was allowed in.

Seems the old warehouse still had electricity going into it, the lights were on.
There was some truly surreal graffiti along every inch of the walls.
Your friend's ringtone was coming from an office at the far end of the building.

The stairs leading up to it seemed stable enough from this distance.

As you walked along you examined at the disused equipment that might have
once been for clothing of some kind (you vaguely remember reading something on it).
There were flickers of movement in the corners of your eyes.

Upon reaching the stairs to the office you look around the warehouse floor again.
There - you spot something running along the walls!
It moved too fast for you to clearly see it, maybe it was just a rat.

The office door was wide open and your friend's phone lay on the floor ringing.
Where could your friend be?
As you turn to head back out you spot a sheet of paper stuck to the inside of the door.

Closing the door you see it is covered in paper.
Scrawled onto the mass of sheets is the lifesize image of a human, huddled and crouched.
It looks so lifelike, like it could just breathe.

It is breathing.

You can faintly hear it and faintly see its sides moving steadily.
You stumble back, unsure of what you are seeing, is this what your friend wanted you to see?
Its head turns to look at you, expression baleful and pleading.

It has your friend's face.

You yank the door open and run down the stairs.
As you reach the bottom they collapse altogether, sending clouds of dust into the air.
The noise is deafening, you feel dizzy and disoriented.

The walls are writhing with activity now.
Cows on human legs peer curiously at you, tiny arms crawl up and down pipes, rows and
rows of teeth call out for your attention hey look over here hey what are we hey please.

Tripping and colliding against abandoned machines you barely reach the open doors.
You pause just outside, catching your breath as a reedy voice calls out to you.
You turn.

You see the pipes along the outside of the building bulge as unseen things move inside them,
you see blood ooze out of the cracks in the walls.
You look up and see a wide mouth grinning.

It is your mouth.

You never left the office.