The hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach was overtaking me. I reached for the bottle of Lorazepam, only to find that it was empty, and cursed. How could I be expected to function under such stressful conditions? It was like torture. Pure, unrelenting torture.
I didn't want to go back down that "rabbit hole" again as that was worse than this, but right now I'm in need of a serious fix, I looked long and hard at my and the name Karl. I didn't want to call him but something was making me push the numbers to.... "Hello" said Karl, I froze
I could feel his ice-cold hands grasping my neck tight enough to lift me up but still allow me to breathe. With the cold came all the memories I had locked away deep in my mind with Karl. What a fool I was to not even leave something to warn myself! I peered down at a mirror to
see my own face, eyes red, abused, gasping, as Karl gently choked me. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to drop dead. The problem was, he'd already been dead about 10 years. How do you escape a ghost?
Part of me wanted to cry and have him stop. Part of me wanted to scream. But I couldn’t. Karl’s ghostly hands were still chocking me. I felt myself losing air and black spots began to cloud my vision. Then,
I decided I'd had enough of this stupid game. I moved my head back, forcibly pulling my face out of the VR suction cup with a sharp pop sound, my eyes bulging momentarily. I looked at the red ring around my face in the mirror of my grimy cubicle. "I should get a job", I thought.