This is another one of my little Gogolian prose experiments. I was trying to work with suspense in a horror story format in a dream-like setting. I wasn't working with descriptions too much, but they're there to criticize if you find them difficult to follow. --- The glossy eyes of Stuart Pete stared at that black box TV. Lines of black and white static were dripping across the screen as the buzz of the electric-wave ocean ripped through the empty room of 506. But before the lines of static, before the empty room, there was life still here, somewhere. For a brief five seconds, life was on the screen, and it was speaking to Stuart: “Please, leave your homes; you're all in danger here; get out or die.” Then this, this flickering and the sound of a crumpling newspaper echoed out of the black box TV. Leaving him, with this static. Stuart left the apartment and headed towards the stairway; some doors were partially opened while others were closed. He escaped the fifth floor and descended, not turning back to hear the static that haunted him – the static of that room: 506. Upon entering the first floor, he had to begin to wonder where the world had gone. There was a dingy, dim saturation and a hue of light gray and blue painting itself across the bare, blank hallway walls of the building. Stuart could not believe it, but he saw the bodies. He dared not to count them or to see which one. There were just bodies, bodies that he knew, but he dared not to know them. He vomited, and staggered out of the emergency exit – dizzy and sick from the static in his head that ripped through his senses like an electric-wave ocean. Stumbling now, he felt the drips of blood ooze from his forehead. His pores were bleeding! Bleeding! “Oh god,” he muttered, “oh god! Oh my god!” He began running, dazed and in shock. A figure, at full gallop, was now approaching him from beyond an open field. Stuart couldn't hear it coming as he cried with the pain and the static splitting his eardrums. He shouted: “Oh my god! What have I done!?! Oh my god! Please!” The figure made contact with Stuart as was leaving the apartment building parking lot. Stuart collapsed and died as his heart, arteries, and lungs were shredded from his body and devoured. A man then came out from the nearby church, seeing this entire episode, laughed and killed himself with a gun that he meant to use on the figure. His name was Socrates.