Skinless Terror at Closing Time

911, where is your emergency?" the operator asked. "HELP ME!" I shouted desperately.

"I'M AT—" A skinless woman lunged over the table and swiped at me,

knocking the phone from my hand and sending it flying through the air. Blood from her glistening

body sprayed over my arm as I barely managed to avoid her clawing fingers. She was thrown off

balance by my dodge and tripped over a chair, falling to the ground. I stumbled backwards

towards the bar, staring in horror at my phone—which was now broken on the hardwood floor

behind her. This is a nightmare. I had just been closing up the bar for the night—wiping

down the tables—when suddenly the door crashed open and I was attacked by this blood-covered