Day 506

There might have been a hole where the coffee machine usually stood... might.
It wasn't even four in the morning so rationalisation and common sense were asleep still.
She stood with her empty mug, stale remains of her former drink congealing as she stared.
The wall kept flickering between the coffee machine and a street of some sort.

People passes right by her in clothes vaguely resembling carnival performers only more... practical?
While some seemed to wear wire hooped skirts they looked to be collapsable, among other things.
Nobody seemed to be able to see her so she continued to stand and watch the flickering realities.
She felt wearier by the minute without her caffeinated drink, it took several minutes to see him.

His face was smothered in white greasepaint, mouth dripping blood as it looked to be slit wide open.
He was staring right at her, yellow tinged eyes boring into hers as he flickered in and out of view.
Taking a step closer she waved, saying hello in a quiet shaky voice.
The stranger didn't reply, choosing instead to pull a photo of her family from his stained coat.

Instinctively she tried to snatch it out of his hands, only to lose her balance and go tumbling down.
She hit the wet cobbled pavement with a sharp smack, her head bouncing against the man's shoes.
His laughter grated against her ears as he dropped the photo and ran away.
At first she thought her vision was hazy around the edges but as she looked up she saw thick smog.

The air stank of diesel, sweat and stale grease.
Looking around she saw the street was almost empty now save for dozens of strange looking cars.
Some had dozens of wheels, others had elaborate metal-work to the point where she doubted they
could even move but the one that caught her eye most was covered in orange-glowing syringes.

Turning around she saw the hole she'd fallen through, still flickering and somehow too far to reach.
She stretched as far as she could, jumped - even stood on a nearby bin but it was still so far away.
That same grating laughter sounded again as her staring stranger watched her struggle.
He sat on a car that had a bonnet shaped like three snakes crawling out of each others mouths.

His laughter only grew louder the more she tried until she slipped and cut her leg on the pavement.
The street was deathly silent and as she glanced up she saw the flickering window close.
From the corner of her eye she saw the photo of her family dissolve, their faces distorting to water.
As a crowd gathered around the edges of the street, the sound of engines filled the air.