Brutally Bashing Birds in Bathrooms
I was in the Nanuet Mall, but it was after hours so the mall was mostly empty. I wandered around the open atrium and looked at some of the stores. Eventually I went to leave. Ascending from the first floor to the second, there was a glass-doored foyer seperating me from an exit, with one door propped open, and that door had a sign posted on it that read: “Do not use.” Walking through the door, and through the big box department store behind the door, I eventually ended up outside.
That was when I was picked up in an older light blue OKA. I hopped in and the car was driven by the shadow driver to the mountains. Once we arrived we circled some interesting buildings and ended up on a path made of dirt. Rains had fallen recently and the dirt road was reduced to a muddy puddle. Racing around the mud roads, it became obvious that we were actually competing against other drivers and even people on foot running around this track as well. I thought for sure that the OKA would get stuck but it didn’t; at one point it was brought to a full stop in inches thick soft mud but it was able to get going again very quickly.
Things took a more macabre turn as I became aware that there had been a horrible incident at my house. We went there as fast as we could. I ran into the house, and there were lots of people crowded around a bathroom. There were children in the house, being shielded from the horrid sights that I too had yet to see. There were police officers there investigating the crime scene in the bathroom, and I asked one, who I knew, if she could tell me what was going on. She said I’d have to see for myself. Looking into the bathroom, I lost my stomach, and lost myself in the scene. The walls and floor were covered with blood, and birds feathers were scattered about as if a bird had exploded. No one said that a person was what had left the blood, but then again no one had to.
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