Opt Out

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.

 

 

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