SYMBIOSIS

Hello horror world...

My Name is Robin Birdie Eggart.

I am just a drone worker in the Human Resources Department here at PAQX CORP,

 In one of the back offices at this very busy auto parts store.

I’m no writer,

But I am a writer for today.

I was just scared almost to death by that thing...

That Horrorwalker creature...

As it cornered me in the copy room...

And made me read this awful story of horror and death.

This copy room is all the way in the darkest back area of this multi-room office.

I stepped into the brightly lit,

Fully stocked with copy products, 

Slightly cramped room as usual...

To make ten copies of this report in my hands.

I stepped before copier number 4 and set-up my work.

Just as I pressed the copy button,

I heard a slight whisper of a movement behind me.

I turned around and there it was...

In all its black absence of light monstrosity,

Standing so close to me that the massive,

Eerie tome in its Ebony clawed hand almost touched my nose.

Its weapon-like thing in its other hand scraped the ceiling.

I almost died from the shock!

I pissed on myself!

But, The Horrorwalker did not appear to notice anything in particular about me,

Other than the fact that it obviously wanted me to take that book...

Into my tiny clammy shaking hands...

And for me to read that god awful story on those weird textured pages!

Well,

As the usual story apparently goes with those of us who are visited by the Horrorwalker,

We are compelled to read the Horrorwalker story designed for us.

I have heard about the Horrorwalker process for all of my life!

Now, I have experienced it.

And yes... I will never be the same.

Time is standing still for me right now.

How long have I been in this copy room?

Astonishingly, 

Nobody has come in here for what seems like days.
And that which everybody experiencing the Horrorwalker horror suffers?

I suppose I am now part of the ultimate fallout to the Horrorwalker experience.
That is to compulsively write down a recording of the missive I read on paper...

And time will apparently wait for me to finish it.

So far, I have filled six of these full sized note pads --

And I have a lot more to write.

So...

Presented to the world,

From my pen to your eyes,

Here is what The Horrorwalker forced me to read today!

And may god help us all,

For if there is one thing the world knows,

That is --

What The Horrorwalker presents to us humans always comes true!

RBE

(THE HORRORWALKER TRAVEL GUIDE PRESENTS:)

  Well hello there, Cornish Gordon. I bet the very last thoughts you ever imagined you would have right before your death would be independent words and thoughts welling up from deep inside your own mind, right? 

  Well, guess what? I am talking to you right now so that you might, or might not, have a little peace of mind as you draw your final breaths of life. I have a profound question for you to ponder before you pass on into the void that is human death -- ‘Are the thoughts of human beings ever really their own?’

  I have a doozy of a tale to tell you.

  So sit back in your corner of this darkened room, press yourself upright against the wall from your seated position on the concrete, embrace the exquisite clarity of bone breaking pain and marvel at my abilities as I slow down your heartbeat so that your blood will escape your broken body a little slower... so that you can live long enough to savor the last words sentiments in these, the last words you will ever hear.
     Consider the formerly unknown tale of your life that I’m telling you, Mister Assassin, called:

SYMBIOSIS


(To be continued in book form at a later date. If you are interested in what you just read, shoot a note to your favorite publisher and tell it about my works. Thanks... for even giving me a read. I appreciate it very much.)

RLJ