It was four days since she had last stood. She had done so only to close and lock the door. Now her dehydrated body slumped crosslegged on the dusty, stained floor, searching around for the needle.

Feeble fingers grabbed the instrument, and she brought it to her pale wrist. The needle pierced her vein and more of the drug was supplied to her system, causing her to gasp in stimulation.

Slowly, she began to see milky, vague images flit accross her line of sight. Was this just a sleep deprived hallucination, or had she finally trancended to her desired state? Her heart skippted a beat as she realised that her four day ordeal may not hav ebeen in vain.


Lars flashed his torch here and there, making sure that his first night as a security guard was a quiet night. His employers had recently acquired this dump and now he was to check that no squatters had decided to make their home amongst the rotting wood and steel girders.

The damp stairs creaked underneath the weight of his boots. The rain pattered against the glass.



She drove all other toughts from her mind, focusing on the images. They constantly flicked away from her viewpoint, as if they were imprinted on her pupil. She was suddenly aware that her meditation in the past few minutes had successfully bocked out the sound of the rain, the cold touch of the floorboards, and even the warmth of her own frail body.
Suddenly, frightened, she attempted to snap out of her trance, back to the world she knew.

But now, even her awareness of her surroundings was fading. All that remained were the images floating enigmatically accross her eyeball. Slowly, she became resigned to whatever would happen to her next. She had exprienced out of body experiences in the past and she was sure this was no different. Surely they would arrive soon, she assured herself. Arrive, swirling through thos milky images.


A slumping sound alerted Lars' attention. he froze and then turned to face the source of the noise. Fingers danced on the door handle as he wondered what was beyond. Was it a squatter? Had something slippped from a shelf?Was it a burglar? He savoured the flavour of the unexpected, then attempted to unlock the door.

Dust swirled around his legs, as the door swung open. The first thing that hit him was the stench of sweat and urine. His face crumped in disgust.


The lights began to lift her. "My God!" She thought "They're almost here! It's beautiful!"

He saw her slumped there on the stained floor amongst a pile of hyperdermic needles. Six candles surrounded her and joined with string dyed in a red liquid, forming a sextogram. Seeing her white, naked body and the multitude of needle holes in her arm, he signed softly to himself.

"Great, a druggie, just what a I need." he mumbled.

Torch gripped between his teeth, he shook the woman to break her trance. "Lights are on, but no one's home." he said staring into her wide dry eyes.