Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I was at the bar last night, doing the lonely-girl-at-the-bar-thing that I often do. I was writing pathetic poems on paper napkins when a girl from my waking insomnia dreams walked in. And I am not talking about THE girl of my dreams now, no, this person was a ghoul from nightmares. Maybe I have been obsessing a bit too much about vampires lately, but this girl made my blood curdle. She was tiny, thin and translucent with eyes so pale that they almost looked like white neon. For a while she just stood there, just inside the door, looking around. Searching for a victim. The strangest thing was that nobody but me seemed to notice her. Then she decided to sit down next to me. She smelled like a corpse, yet her clothes looked like pretty normal low-key hipster.
She sat there quietly and stared at the bubbles in her glass. But every time I looked away I had the feeling her eyes were tearing holes in my flesh.