12
intermission.
Posted by vash1282
on
11/22/2008 12:09:00 AM
in
(~_~)
in the jungle, on top of a hill where the only other living creature is usually just a lost owl.
the nights staring at the spherical white dishes and blinking spectrum analyser are usually very cold and lonely. very lonely. and dark.pitch black.
the first night i was there.. i jumped at the slightest sound and was basically scared shitless of every shake of the trees, every dog howl.
to get to the kitchen and toilet, the place being previously a UK military satellite testbed, you had to leave the safety and heat of the office, and walk into a somewhat underground basement, 30 meters out. muttering all sorts of chants and cursing all shadows that dared to materiallise.. i had to freeze a few minutes infront of the wretched door to key in some number combinations.. and considering the uninviting walk towards the basement, my gallblader usually had to wait until it was brimming full for me to even consider going out..so releasing the password combination is really the hardest thing to do when u r fidgeting and jumping up and down.
the first night i was there, was around halloween..i walked in right smack into vampires and frankenstein hanged on to the kitchen wall. major curses to hell and Supernatural. wouldve made Captain Haddock blushed.
making my rounds to the satellite cabins in cases of failures are even worse. i focussed on just listening to my heart beat and my own footsteps. any other sounds and i'll hum to the Ketchup song.
I tried hard to kill all the stupid images in my head, and even tho i still let my gallbladders suffer, the following nights became more bearable.
Until one night.. i walked into the kitchen and met a hunched blonde woman..scrounching and picking something on the floor. it was a full minute before she heard me there, and then she turned around really, really slowly, looked at me with a set of eyes that gets rounder by the second, flipped her stringy dirty blond hair and screamed bloody murder.
that was when i realised, around here, in this isolated jungle, i am the scariest creature to ever exist.with my black head scarf, oversized winter jacket, excess fat and blackened zombied eye (effect off 3 storey of eyebags).. hobbling around at 3 in the morning, i probably looked like Death.
She came to see her hubby who was working late in one of the offices and went running back to him..didn't even give me a chance to explain I didn't come from hell.
and that was when i stopped being scared. yep.. wasn't even scared when a few nights later, a black man burst into the cabin muttering about himself having already been dead 4 times.
but that'll be another story. for another time when the books pissed me off again.
the nights staring at the spherical white dishes and blinking spectrum analyser are usually very cold and lonely. very lonely. and dark.pitch black.
the first night i was there.. i jumped at the slightest sound and was basically scared shitless of every shake of the trees, every dog howl.
to get to the kitchen and toilet, the place being previously a UK military satellite testbed, you had to leave the safety and heat of the office, and walk into a somewhat underground basement, 30 meters out. muttering all sorts of chants and cursing all shadows that dared to materiallise.. i had to freeze a few minutes infront of the wretched door to key in some number combinations.. and considering the uninviting walk towards the basement, my gallblader usually had to wait until it was brimming full for me to even consider going out..so releasing the password combination is really the hardest thing to do when u r fidgeting and jumping up and down.
the first night i was there, was around halloween..i walked in right smack into vampires and frankenstein hanged on to the kitchen wall. major curses to hell and Supernatural. wouldve made Captain Haddock blushed.
making my rounds to the satellite cabins in cases of failures are even worse. i focussed on just listening to my heart beat and my own footsteps. any other sounds and i'll hum to the Ketchup song.
I tried hard to kill all the stupid images in my head, and even tho i still let my gallbladders suffer, the following nights became more bearable.
Until one night.. i walked into the kitchen and met a hunched blonde woman..scrounching and picking something on the floor. it was a full minute before she heard me there, and then she turned around really, really slowly, looked at me with a set of eyes that gets rounder by the second, flipped her stringy dirty blond hair and screamed bloody murder.
that was when i realised, around here, in this isolated jungle, i am the scariest creature to ever exist.with my black head scarf, oversized winter jacket, excess fat and blackened zombied eye (effect off 3 storey of eyebags).. hobbling around at 3 in the morning, i probably looked like Death.
She came to see her hubby who was working late in one of the offices and went running back to him..didn't even give me a chance to explain I didn't come from hell.
and that was when i stopped being scared. yep.. wasn't even scared when a few nights later, a black man burst into the cabin muttering about himself having already been dead 4 times.
but that'll be another story. for another time when the books pissed me off again.
