We Are All Part of an Experiment

Hello, me again. I saw something. It definitely didn't look like it's from around here, Earth I mean, it didn't look like it come from Earth. By the gods what is going on here. This was supposed to be a business trip; now it's morphed into a full blown crazy fest. I still don't understand what happened here. I was told it was the gas, oh gods the gas. It was blue, the gas I mean, of course. It came out of no where, I was waiting for the conference to start and then there it was. Then everything went to hell, People clawing at the doors trying to get out, I stood in horror as I realized we were locked in. Who had locked us in? and why? The ones who didn't die from being trampled by the stampede stumbled around, dazed. Why hadn't I been effected? At that very moment someone grabbed my shoulder, It was Lindsey from accounting. I looked into her eyes, horror had filled her eyes; as, I assume, it had with mine.   

I'm slightly confused but more interested by how this will end.

Blood? Yes, this is blood, still warm even. Bloodies, of course there are bodies, where else would the blood have come from? Then there was the door, still open. That's where it was, behind the door. It was a trap, of course it was a trap, what else would it have been? We knew it was a trap, the only thing we could do was try and prepare ourselves. After all it has been two days. Two days sense the gas, no food and no water. We had to leave. most had recovered from the gas, the ones that didn't sat crying for hours and eventually stopped, none of us had the guts to see if they were dead or not, all we could do was wonder what the hell that gas had done to us. There were 12 of us at this point, Me, Lynn, a few from PR, and three from Mail. That should have been a red flag. Why would the mail staff be at a corporate conference? Maybe if someone had noticed how out of place they were this whole thing could have been avoided. That's not our concern now though. Lynn and I had chosen to keep the fact that we weren't effected a secret, Could that have saved someone? Well anyway, we had found only one way out, that door, even the air vents were blocked. after a day or so we realized we couldn't stay in that room forever. We made a plan, we thought it was a good one, we thought we were prepared. Looking back I know we couldn't have been prepared, Who could have been prepared for that? We gathered by the door, armed with chair legs and microphone stands, when we through the door open we all rushed though. There it was. It wasn't human, and some how beep down I knew it wasn't from here, from earth. It ate three of them. It had gotten full after that I guess, so it just ripped another two apart, limb by limb, and slit another three. Now there are four, four of us, Me, Lynn, Dave from PR, and Oliver, an intern from the mail room. The thing is gone. Now it's just us. Let's hope it stays that way.   

What did you expect?

rip two people from mail.

Oh dear.

Voices, calling out into the void. Calling me to me, Begging me to me. taunting me with the spoils of death, peace, tranquility, and most of all, answers. Answers to those questions that we can’t answer in our world. They are too big. After all, how could you know the secrets of the universe and still stand to live in such a simple place. A place where things that could be are called fantasy, and things that shouldn’t be are; the voices yearn for a new soul to devour, I can tellI. they want my will, my will to live. I’m not ready to give that, not after what I’ve just seen. There are too meany questions that I need answered. Maybe if they had called me before I would have gone. Now I know I can’t. Can’t is a very strong word. I would say, won’t. I wont let them have me yet. Not till I get these questions answered.
I must be insane, but this is the only thing I can do. I can only hide from what lays in that fog. I need to stay here, close to where I woke up. I’m not awake though. I know it, yet I don’t. Like a vivid dream. You know there is something off but you just don't have the heart to confess to yourself that it isn’t real; because your wishing so hard that it is. That you can just give up. I don't know what it is that makes me want to live now. Now of all times, after one of the most traumatizing things I had witnessed. It couldn’t be the good graces of God. I’m starting to bout there is one at this point. Why would a God let this happen. My hands are still sticky with blood. Still stained crimson with the life force of all that had been so alive such a short time ago.
My eyes, What is wrong with my eyes? They seem out of focus. Like there is more too be seen but it doesn't want to be seen. Like the shadows are alive and inside them lays something hidden. Something that has been there all along but you never noticed it before. Maybe it wants to me notice? Or maybe it has something to do with being so close to death. I might never know; I should say, I don't ever want to know. I don’t ever want to face an evil so monumental that even the light is scared of it. I imagine you wouldn't want to either.
No more voices, No more voices. Had they realized that I was never going to go with them? or were they scared away? The shadows would have sent me bolting into the nearest church if I hadn’t just faced the devil myself; but I could feel it too. Fear, a presence of witch you are not aware of until the hairs on you neck stand on end, till the bones in your inner most core are chilled to the point of braking. Till our heart jumps to your throat and everything falls away for a second, and when it comes back it’s all so much more clear. So much more vivid. The sun, Its going down. I need to walk. I need to do it now.

This story is... Intriguing.

Also, slightly terrifying.