Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-11545155-20170203223755

Buzzzzzz...

The buzzing sound had been going on for months now, growing in noticeability ever since. Jim had finished work at his office, as he walked down the sidewalk leading to his apartment building, he couldn't help but be plunged into a bad mood. He hated the sound, as any normal person would. It was loud, annoying and obnoxious.

Jim opened the apartment door, closing it tightly behind him and sitting down on the leather couch, picking up the remote.

The buzzing had ceased.

Jim found this peculiar, it had never stopped like this before. He didn't want to jinx the situation and instead chose to leave it alone.

The TV illuminates Jim's room with a cold blue. It wasn't functioning, the HDMI cables were secure though the Television depicted a grey box with "NO SIGNAL" shown on a light blue background.

"Dammit, stupid TV, Sony and their bullshit..." He grumbles, getting on his knees and inspecting the cables for malfunctions.

BUZZZ!

Jim flies back onto the linoleum floor, the sound had returned, and for some reason was much more louder than any previous experiences.

The young male covers his ears, however, the sound seeps through and continues to deafen him to the point that he runs to the fuse box, with the hope that it was causing the unbearable buzz, and thus could be stopped.

BASH!

The fuse box crumbles under Jim's adrenaline fuelled punches, sparks flailing in all directions. The buzz dies down, until it disappears for good. A relief flushes through Jim, he sinks down and takes a moment to rest and inspect the minor damage to his knuckles.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........

The sound is faint, Jim does not hear it. An electric blue line runs across the floor to him, he is oblivious to the oncoming threat.

It slides along like a snake at a quick pace, over to Jim's leg. It takes its time, lifting itself off the ground like a tentacle of a large sea monster.

BUZZZ!

Jim panics, flinging his sight to the fuse box, but he is caught off guard by the blue tendril, it wraps itself around his leg and hoists him into the air like a plaything. Jim shrieks for help, barely able to hear himself over the growing buzz sound.

The blue tendril, almost as if sentient, is displeased by Jim's calls for help, raising him to the roof and pulling back before slamming Jim onto the hard ground, a loud crack is heard from Jim's shattered ribcage. Another tendril emits from the fuse box and zig-zags its way towards Jim, shoving itself into his back. Blood gushes onto the floor and the walls as the tendril drives itself backwards and out of Jim's now lifeless corpse.

The buzz becomes fainter and fainter, the tendrils being sucked back into the fuse box as if they were never there. 