A Lulu Forums Horror StoryI looked up at the clock, 2:12, the momentum of the day had ceased and now the afternoon was dragging slowly. Sitting at my desk I turned my face towards the ceiling and pushed my chin up with the palm of my hand. My neck elicited a satisfying pop. I jiggled the mouse and in front of me my monitor woke up. I quickly formed an email to the parts manager Lance. "Are the parts ordered for that 721G?"A few seconds passed and he responded "Are the parts ordered for the 721G? yes, got them coming from Camden next day air."'Well that's good', I thought and drafted another email to Champion Oil Fields: "Your unit will be running by Friday"I got up and walked to the service bay, I stepped out of the air conditioned office and a blast of heat washed over me. One of the mechanics had turned my way when I came through the door. He grinned, I said, "Boy it's a hot one today."He nodded and replied. "It's a hot one."As I walked back through the office I noticed Chris the rental manager walking my way, his wide frame filling the narrow passage of the hallway. I turned slightly sideways to let him pass and looked directly at him. Noticing his ball cap I said "Broncos played like crap last night," and made a disappointed frown. His reaction was immediate "Played like crap," he said with disgust, I continued to my desk, An new email response popped up, "Unit running by Friday Fantastic!"I read the words, and a darkness settled over me like ink spilled into a goldfish bowl. I quickly stood up and walked quickly back into the rental office, Chris looked up, concerned. "Did you just quote what I said back to me?" I asked him frantically."Just quote what?" He responded with a cold stare.I ran out into the parking lot with terror coursing through my veins," Oh no this can't be happening!" I said with a shaking voice. My iPhone chimed, I looked down, the Siri app was open. An Iridescent bar of color pulsed at the bottom of the black screen and text appeared. "Oh no this can't be happening.""Stop quoting me!" I screamed into the blue summer sky. Perched atop a thick steel pole, a tornado warning speaker crackled to life and a deep bellowing voice echoed "Stop quoting me."The deafening sound faded away, and my last thread of sanity snapped. I started sprinting straight ahead, my legs pumping long strides as I tried to escape the madness. I caught a flash of motion in the edge of my vision and a desperate cry of "AHHHHH" escaped my lips as the bus hit me hard from the side. I was flung through the air and landed with a smack on the pavement. My chest heaved and I could heard the crunching of my shattered ribcage. Blood started to pool in my eye socket and the last thing I saw was the sign over the bus's windshield change from HARLOW ST XPRESS to AHHHHH .