by Catherine Bader
She was SICK of her job. She wanted to opt out of Corporate Life.
She stared at the old dilapidated house – buckled, faded, peeling. The aura sucked her in as she walked towards the crooked front door.
She dreamed of being a famous painter catching all the nuances of this peculiar, ugly house. Make lots of money – get out of the daily crappy routine.
Smiling to herself, she pushed open the door and stepped in…
Falling through empty space…
She landed somewhere. Her leg broken. A whispery, slavering voice assailed her.
Opt out? Opt out? Opt Out.