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A while back, Years ago, some of my friends used to run a Computer Store, they ran it for about seven years, all together. I used to help with taking out the trash once in a while for pocket change when I was
bored and take it to the local arcade. One day, one of our close friends who worked in the shop and helped with the customers passed away from a heart attack. Months went by before any of us went into the store, we were all very very sad, and very angry at the entire situation. You see, he was very young, he had just turned twenty four. About three months after our co-worker and friend passed, we had to close the
shop completely due to the overwhelming bills, and the fact that none of us could see spending a day
working there without him there with us. We Closed all the customer accounts and the computers were
finished, delivered and set up. Networks wrapped up, the Internet Service disconnected forever. Receipts
organized, Taxes Finished up and closed. Suppliers notified, goodbyes were said. Papered the windows
with newsprint. I spent the majority of the very last day, about 6 hours cleaning the walls of dirt,
breaking down the shelves and doing the windows. Last trash barrels filled. Last sweeping loaded from
dustpan in to waiting bags, to be taken to off and away forever. Last bent paper clips and fast food
receipts tossed. Last Vacuuming with the old old vacuum. Last Carpet Sweeping the porch rugs. Last
cleaning out the drawers. Last ID'ing wires before final marking, packing, storage and disposal.
Co-workers, friends, and others said their last "Check-Ya-Laters" and picked up gear left behind from
gaming nights.
Just before taking the last trash bag out, I felt deeply sad, but I also took time to think about how nice of
a time it was to have spent with him there, and feeling very glad and blessed by the forces in the world
that gave him to us. I wiped the fresh drips of tears that had been falling onto my cheek off and on during
that day, and felt all of a sudden, that I had to go forward, from now on, no matter what. Jut after that,
as I felt upset, and forcing myself to miove forward, I remember now something I blocked out of my
mind for years. A pair of eyes, I saw them for about a quarter of a second, but it seemed as if a half a
minute went by. The situation held my attention like a steel grip. They popped out of thin air, black.
The position was in one that he sat at, and the height matched just about right, for someone of his height
to be sitting in the chair he sat in normally, at that exact spot. They looked right at me, it felt as if they
were looking into not just my face, but my very being, my past, my thoughts, my future, perhaps.
Knowing full well that upset spirits can do some very serious damage, my brain broke free of the grip.
Maybe they were our friend's eyes, checking on us at the shop. Maybe another entity acting in his behalf
was tricking us, though, too perhaps.
As moments collided with one another, my state was changed as Nick, the main Manager, walked
through the back office into the front service area, where I was. "You don't look too hot, man,
you look pale, You okay?", Nick said.
"Umm, I don't really know man, yeah, eyes right over there.", I said, gesturing to where his old chair was
parked. "Okay, let's get outta here, man.", he said. We both cleaned the rest of the mess and belongings
out in about two to five minutes flat, moving quite quickly, shut out the lights and did a day end walk
through, saying Goodbye to the Shop and Business itself, saying "it was fun", before arming the security
system and bolting the doors up for the final time.
Nick gave me a ride back to my house, where I cried for at least a week. Before I got out of the car,
I choked up and almost said see you in the morning, Nick and I told each other good night, and to be
strong, and he told me, "Hey man, you're not nuts... I saw them too."
-the end-
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A while back, Years ago, some of my friends used to run a Computer Store, they ran it for about seven years, all together. I used to help with taking out the trash once in a while for pocket change when I was
bored and take it to the local arcade. One day, one of our close friends who worked in the shop and helped with the customers passed away from a heart attack. Months went by before any of us went into the store, we were all very very sad, and very angry at the entire situation. You see, he was very young, he had just turned twenty four. About three months after our co-worker and friend passed, we had to close the
shop completely due to the overwhelming bills, and the fact that none of us could see spending a day
working there without him there with us. We Closed all the customer accounts and the computers were
finished, delivered and set up. Networks wrapped up, the Internet Service disconnected forever. Receipts
organized, Taxes Finished up and closed. Suppliers notified, goodbyes were said. Papered the windows
with newsprint. I spent the majority of the very last day, about 6 hours cleaning the walls of dirt,
breaking down the shelves and doing the windows. Last trash barrels filled. Last sweeping loaded from
dustpan in to waiting bags, to be taken to off and away forever. Last bent paper clips and fast food
receipts tossed. Last Vacuuming with the old old vacuum. Last Carpet Sweeping the porch rugs. Last
cleaning out the drawers. Last ID'ing wires before final marking, packing, storage and disposal.
Co-workers, friends, and others said their last "Check-Ya-Laters" and picked up gear left behind from
gaming nights.
Just before taking the last trash bag out, I felt deeply sad, but I also took time to think about how nice of
a time it was to have spent with him there, and feeling very glad and blessed by the forces in the world
that gave him to us. I wiped the fresh drips of tears that had been falling onto my cheek off and on during
that day, and felt all of a sudden, that I had to go forward, from now on, no matter what. Jut after that,
as I felt upset, and forcing myself to miove forward, I remember now something I blocked out of my
mind for years. A pair of eyes, I saw them for about a quarter of a second, but it seemed as if a half a
minute went by. The situation held my attention like a steel grip. They popped out of thin air, black.
The position was in one that he sat at, and the height matched just about right, for someone of his height
to be sitting in the chair he sat in normally, at that exact spot. They looked right at me, it felt as if they
were looking into not just my face, but my very being, my past, my thoughts, my future, perhaps.
Knowing full well that upset spirits can do some very serious damage, my brain broke free of the grip.
Maybe they were our friend's eyes, checking on us at the shop. Maybe another entity acting in his behalf
was tricking us, though, too perhaps.
As moments collided with one another, my state was changed as Nick, the main Manager, walked
through the back office into the front service area, where I was. "You don't look too hot, man,
you look pale, You okay?", Nick said.
"Umm, I don't really know man, yeah, eyes right over there.", I said, gesturing to where his old chair was
parked. "Okay, let's get outta here, man.", he said. We both cleaned the rest of the mess and belongings
out in about two to five minutes flat, moving quite quickly, shut out the lights and did a day end walk
through, saying Goodbye to the Shop and Business itself, saying "it was fun", before arming the security
system and bolting the doors up for the final time.
Nick gave me a ride back to my house, where I cried for at least a week. Before I got out of the car,
I choked up and almost said see you in the morning, Nick and I told each other good night, and to be
strong, and he told me, "Hey man, you're not nuts... I saw them too."
-the end-
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