I laugh and then wait... is that a reflection in the computer screen? Something leans forward and a sharp, waxy grimace sharpens into focus. My eyes meet those dead eyes in the reflection before I feel the grip of unreal, yet powerful hands around my throat. The grimace doesn't change as I struggle. Those dead eyes stare straight ahead as everything for me goes black.

Then I snap out of it. Kind of. I take a quick look behind me, take a deep breath, and try to move on with my day. If my phone rings and I hear a gravelly voice mutter "Seven Days" I will probably soil myself.