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As the patrons sat in their favorite coffee shop peering out of the window, talking of society, philosophy, economics, government and their lives as they usually did everyday. They had no idea that something had been peering back this whole time, day by day by day. Peering at them with crystal clarity unknown by any human. Listening to their conversations, learning their names and addresses, and the worth of their existence. Claiming judgment of the patron’s lives. On one wintry day there was a thunderstorm on the way while the coffee shop was full of customers in its climax hour of the day. The people with in began to converse about the ever approaching storm. Suddenly lightening struck lighting up the night sky, followed by a loud crackle of thunder that shook the ground. Power then goes out, people mutter what’s all this about. Candles are lit and everyone sits and stares in ayah at the goings on of the storm. Lightening ravishingly torches one of the windowpanes of the coffee shop. But instead of shattering the window began to glow. People inside shouted what’s with the light show? Who knows? Who knows? Then there was a noise as when some one scratches their nails on a chalkboard, and something with the shape of a person began to remove its self from the window. It was about six ft. tall with red glowing eyes and a 1/4-inch thick just as the windowpane in which in had came from. Then every window in every building on both the sides of the street of the strip mall began to do the same. All the strange glass figures abruptly did an about face towards the street. Their red glowing eyes met the ones standing across from them. Floating ten feet high above the ground each one combined with the one across from them over the middle of the street. All turned upside down and dove inverted into the moving traffic below them. Slicing through the automotive racket that was moving about. Stopping motorists dead in their tracks. The glass figures arms turned into pointed appendages and began executing every one still in their vehicles. A few were able to flee. The people who were in the restaurants, shops, and businesses began to panic and run away as fast as their jaunty feet could carry them. But unfortunately for many it was too late. As I sat drinking my coffee one hurled it towards me and stood gazing hypnotically at me. Ironically the storm came to its slow end causing all of the glass figures to elude into the glass from whence they came. A few minutes later the emergency services arrived, astounded by the grizzly massacre and destruction that had been orchestrated just minutes before their arrival. Puzzled, several investigators began to search for the perpetrators, while the medical and rescue personal tended to the countless murdered. Unloading body bags filling them and then loading them and driving the victims away into o their timeless graves. None of the suspects could be found. All of the survivors where rigorously questioned and deemed insane and thrown into the confines of the states worst mental institution. That, my friend, is wear I tell this twisted tale of the people in the glass.  LINKSPAGE HOME CASE.© |