It was about halfway into the night that i figured it all out; the management had paid them off to come and take us hostage and wave their guns around. I wasn’t sure if anyone was on the take or anything like that, but it all made sense. The women with her gun pointed at me confirmed it with her wide eyes as i laid out my supposition for her. Somehow the some of those hired goons got wind, though, and they pulled me away from the rest of the hostages. I thought they were gonna rough me up or something, but they just told me that i should take a bathroom break. I was pretty frightened by this, but they just lead me to the bathroom and waited as i entered the stall. I stood there for a second, breathing, and i heard a noise in the next stall over. I looked up, and one of the men was peering over the top of the wall at me. I saw his gun. The next thing i knew i was leaning up against the bathroom wall with blood running down the side of my face. Sortof funny how you can stand there and narrate through your own death scene, huh? The whole hostage ordeal ended a little while after, and they blew up the building. Blew it up. So, i never got a nice casket or anything. Of course, i had half the night left to play out, so i was forced to come back as a ghost. But that’s another story altogether.
by krisis