Concrete Underground
Book Excerpt
I turn to my left. The woman beside me casts a disapproving look at me and says, "You shouldn't be here." Her face is covered by a half-mask made of dark gunmetal. I reach out to lift the mask, but when I see her face, I realize she's not who I thought she was.
I turn to my right and see a man sitting in the previously-empty seat, his face covered in a grotesque black mask pocked by red boils oozing puss. A long crooked nose protrudes from his mask, and underneath his lips part to reveal a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth jutting out from purple, bleeding gums.
The man in the mask starts laughing - a tinny and mechanical laugh, like the sound of a clanky old film projector.
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When I came to, my assailant was gone. I struggled slowly to my feet, feeling my head throbbing and my stomach stinging like hell. Then to make matters worse, that damned phone in the hallway started ringing again.
Once I finally regained my bearings, I realized that the vent cover had been fully removed and the box had been taken.
My head still swimming, I staggered out into the hallway in time to see the leopard-print lady from the lobby pick up the phone.
"Hello?" she answered and then turned her head to look directly at me.
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One original aspect is that the author presents a playlist of songs/artists for each part of the book, so you can fetch them on Spotify and listed while you read - Nice.
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what's true and what's not? The book certainly merits a second read to try and find out the truth.
i actually read it, which is odd for me.
school and AP english has made me hate reading, but for some reason this hooked me with it's pointless but not pointlessness. only problem was it hooked me at 10:30 or something until around 6:30 A.M.
Woo.