John sat in the office and worked as usual until late. Not that he was being forced to work. John Mack was a workaholic, and above all he valued money. He worked as a manager of some insignificant Attorney's office here in New York. When the clock squeaked, pointing to the coming of the next hour, the employee looked at the wheel.
- Tenth ... it's so late? - He asked himself, slightly puzzled. Time at work flew very fast. He got up, excluding computer and moved toward the door. Reached for the handle when he heard quiet growling. Growling dog ... Confused looked around his office, in which, besides himself, was not a living soul.
- Imagination ... - Said very firmly. He was not of those people who have dreamed about running with a sword, or a wonderful influx of cash. He was a realist, and such was his mishearing novelty. He decided to go to the doctor ... ever, as will the time.
pressed the handle and walked out of the office to a dark corridor of the building. Often ended so late and a corridor that he knew better at night, than light. He headed toward the elevator when the growling of a renewed ... There was coming from any particular place, so John found again that the mind of the panel on his mind. But the seed was sown uncertainty, the manager moved quickly toward the elevator. Almost before he found himself running upragnionymi metal door. He pressed a button and wait ...
Another growl, this time louder. Still, was coming out of nowhere ... and this time it was as though muffled. Cold sweat sprinkled the temple official. He felt the back fluid containment. He got light seizures. He was afraid. He was afraid as never before in my life.
John looked from side to side, looking nervously at the approaching elevator. Just two floors ... one floor. Blessed bell heralding the arrival of the metal box. John turned eyes on the door that opened slowly revealing empty ... Man did not even cry when the space elevator jumped a huge, black dog and wgryzł John in the throat. Cruel junk ... animal escaped and lived ate them with gusto. Before the dying man, appeared in the second figure in a black hood imposed on his face. The figure laughed, looking at his eyes trupiozielonymi dying.
just those eyes were what John saw dying.
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