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Laughter

It really is contagious.

By Eliza VargasPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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Everyone else was laughing. From the moment I walked into the room and I couldn't understand why. Were they laughing at me? Did I walk in funny? Is there something wrong with the way I look that I didn't notice before I left the house? Or did something just happen before I walked in that everyone found hilarious? I approach one of my buddies so I can get clued in to the big joke.

"Dude, what's so funny?" He doesn't even acknowledge me. "Come on I want to know." Still nothing.

"Nick!" I nudge his shoulder and I still get no reaction out of him. All that happens is that everything goes silent. Everyone around me still looks like they are laughing, but there is no sounds coming out at all. The room starts spinning and everything slowly becomes gloomy. The faces of the people in the room become distorted and that of nightmares. The more I find myself spinning the more I find that the faces approach and surround me almost ready to encase me in this terror.

My breath is beginning to escape me. My ears are echoing with the menacing laughter pounding through my skull. The air around me feels like thin shards of ice cutting through the surfacing layers of my skin. I begin to gag, feeling something pushing its way up through my esophagus. There is so much pressure filling my body I feel like I am going to explode like a balloon. I finally throw up while on my hands and knees being pressed down by the figures around me. The vomit is just a pile of black muck. I try to move away but can't with the grip that is had on me.

The pile of muck begins to ooze, spreading on the floor in front of me. I realize now something is dripping down my face. I place my hand on the side of my face to find black smeared on my hands. The same is true on the other side of my face and round my mouth, under my eyes. Whatever it was I was bleeding it out from every crevice. My whole body then goes numb and I can't move. But I still feel the blackness oozing out of me and the pile of muck reaching for me, starting to cover my body.

This has to be a dream, some terrible nightmare. This can't be happening. This can't be real.

Out of nowhere the sound of laughter comes back along with the lights that filled the room. I look up to find everyone now staring at me continuing to laugh at no end. Everything was back to normal, the sounds, the colors, the people, but what the hell just happened? I look back at the floor and the black muck is still there oozing and bubbling with life just waiting to blow. Then boom right in my face and eyes and mouth went the flying goo. I tried not to swallow any of it but it went to far in the back of my mouth. I had now been infected. I could feel the goo seeping into my skin burning in the back of my mouth with the unbearable bitter taste. I could feel it completely taking over.

Now we all just laugh uncontrollably waiting to collect another helpless soul doomed into joining in our fate. Being trapped in a body, no longer your own, becoming part of the nightmare. Forever.

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Eliza Vargas

LA, aspiring singer, actress, and writer

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