Globalization of terror
Idea given by: Jerome
Martin wakes up at 6:30 every morning to go to work. He wakes up, takes a shower, puts some deodorant and some cologne on like always… And starts with his make-up ritual: white make-up foundation, intense black shadow for the eyes, fake plastic fangs, a black wig with a toupee… And then he moves towards the outfit: a long, black cape, an old-fashioned smoking, some shiny black leather shoes and long fake nails. Martin does not really like dressing like Dracula every single day like if it was Halloween, or like if he worked for a Haunted House, but it is really strange having that look in a normal, typical office, working for more than 8 hours per day, packed in between four walls of Pladur.
Martins leaves home and sees his neighbour, who is walking his dog. Both are wearing customes, the human having a Frankenstein’s monster outfit and the dog, effectively, wearing a doctor Frankenstein custome itself. Our protagonist takes his car and goes to the office. By the way he can see how the Christmasy decoration is taken off the streets and how some simple ghosts and witches on the traffic lights are put on again, like if they were flying around, instead of the holiday lights. During Christmas, customes can be changed for outfits more related to that season, but always keeping that sense of horror movie: a zombie Santa Claus, some killer reindeers, Wise Men for Mutant Outer Space… Normal stuff.
Martin arrives at the office and waits for about a minute outside until the clock says it is 7:30. Then, like every morning, he enters the office. Arturo, the guy from Accountability, makes his timed 7:30 scare, which consists on him jumping from below the stairs and making vomits, with his ageless Exorcist girl costume. And that is another point: each employee must do a daily scare by contract in order to mantain the level of horror. Although it is already the everyday song, everybody pretends to be surprised and frightened, even though some of them pretends very poorly, like Martin. Anyway, nobody says anything to him. Martin goes to his seat like every morning and sits down.
Martin wakes up startled and looks at the clock. It is 6:30 in the morning and that was just a dream. He rubs his face, somnolent and sleepy for such a strange dream. He takes a shower, gets dressed, takes some quick breakfast and goes to work. When in the office, Martin listens to his co-workers talking about a horrible massacre that has happened in France It was because of some comic strips. Globalization of terror was cruel in his dream, a perennial, repetitive terror that had lost its essence. But, without question, that terror was much pleasant that the terror in real life. Martin, at that precise moment, whishes for him to come back to bed, to his repetitive terror and to listen news like that one happened in France never again.