She's starting to regret making psychology her major. There are some real sickos out there, and she's no longer sure that she can stomach the things that they tell her.
Still, whenever she feels the urge to quit, she thinks about all of the people who do
need help (Abed, for one), and she soldiers on.
Today, her professor has her meeting with a young cop from downtown. Her distaste for his profession wars with her desire to be a good therapist.
"Um, hello. What's your name?"
He tells her, and when she asks why he came, he shrugs. "I don't know. I've just grown a little uneasy around the dark."
"So, you've grown afraid of the dark, eh? Does this stem from any childhood trauma?" No sense in beating around the bush.
He blinks, confused. "Uh, no. I think it's just a reaction to some photos I found in my partner's locker. Here, I brought them."
He pulls them out of his backpack and hands them to her. She almost screams in shock.
It's a picture of badly mutilated human body. She actually has trouble telling whether it's a man or a woman.
"I'm sorry, I should have..."
"Oh, no, I'm used to seeing disturbing things," she lies, "because I am a therapist." She looks at the second and third pictures, both of which are much the same. She also notices that the room in the photos looks very much like a Greendale classroom. She continues to shift through them.
The next few photos are weird: They're from the point of view of someone looking down at one of the desks. The words "ON THE CEILING
" are written on the surface in some red substance. She grimaces.
"I haven't seen all of them..." the cop begins as she looks at the last few pictures, none of which are particularly memorable, but then he stops. She looks up to see him pointing at the ceiling, his eyes wide and face pale.
She looks up to see what looks like a cloud of black gas forming above her. She barely has time to react before it grabs her. She screams once.
It's over fast.
It's September, but the air is warm enough for Troy to feel like taking a dip in the local pool. Abed doesn't want to go, and Annie is busy getting ready for her date with Jeff, so he goes alone.
He jumps in as soon as he gets there, tearing off his shirt and tossing it aside. The pool is crowded, but he doesn't care. There's room enough for him to do his thing: Maybe he might meet somebody. There's a lot of cute girls here today.
As he smiles at one of the hotties sunbathing nearby, his attention is drawn to a tall, weird-looking man standing nearby. He's dressed like one of those artists that Britta likes, and he's staring at the water like he's waiting for something to happen. There's something written on the dude's shirt, and Troy squints to read it.
Suddenly, there's a piercing scream, and he turns to see a girl about his age being pulled under the water. She thrashes for a bit and then suddenly, just falls apart. Literally. The water turns red.
He is unable to react as a wake suddenly appears, a surge of water heading straight for him. He feels sharp, jagged teeth around his torso, and he bellows, more in surprise than in pain or fear.
The crowd around him begins to panic, and, as the invisible whatever-it-is tightens its grip on him, he notices that the man on the edge of the pool is watching the pandemonium with a wide grin spreading across his face.
As the thing bites down and Troy's vision darkens, he manages to read the message on the stranger's shirt:ARE WE COOL YET?
Abed's alone in the apartment when he hears it. Stepping out of the box that he made for himself to replace the old Dreamatorium, he listens, head cocked.
"Troy? Annie? You guys home?" He doesn't expect an answer, and he doesn't get one. He's about to return to his simulation when he hears it again: Heavy breathing coming from the kitchen.
Now, he isn't exactly the toughest guy in the group, but he can handle himself pretty well. He mentally prepares himself for the coming confrontation and then steps out into the living room.
He freezes. It's an old man. The intruder is an old man, one who looks exceptionally frail. That isn't what makes Abed freeze, however.
It's the fact that the intruder is rotting
That's when the old man vanishes through the floor.
Thinking about all the horror movies and paranormal investigative series that he's seen, Abed runs for the door.
Cold, decaying arms suddenly wrap around his waist from behind.
He has time to wonder if he is, in fact, in
a horror movie.
It's Annie who finds him.
It's been three months since she's opened her shop, and Shirley is still elated. After all, she's been doing good business, earning enough money to pay off some bills, with some set aside for, well, anything! She hasn't had this much spending money in a long time.
Even more than that, she feels proud of herself, owning her own business, something that she had recently given up on. It's even better that she's doing something that she loves (cooking). She couldn't be happier.
On this jubilant note, she decides to stop at the nearby toy store to pick up a surprise for the boys. It's not a big shop. Rather, it's one of those cozy, ma-and-pop places, full of toys that look like antiques but are actually new. The clerk, the only other person in the store, smiles warmly at her as she heads into the back room.
Looking through the selection, she comes across a small, cardboard box. Curious, she looks inside.
Two hideous-looking hands puppets lay inside. Despite their unpleasant appearance, Shirley finds herself charmed by them.
"Let's put on a show," she says to herself, wistfully.
The box drops to the floor as she takes the puppets out and puts them on her hands.
"Well, Judy," says one of the puppets, "...it looks like we finally have a captive audience!"
"I agree, Punch," says the other. "Let's begin, shall we?"
Her death is ruled a suicide.
He hasn't slept in almost a week. The group has noticed that he's been more irritable lately, but everyone (aside from Annie, who came over with a plate of home-made cookies last night) (Shirley's are better) seems to have written it off as 'Pierce being Pierce'.
It's 3:03 in the morning, and, failing to sleep again, he's gotten up to watch some tv. Unfortunately, nothing is on, so he ends up watching an old episode of Leave It To Beaver
During the program, he hears a noise. He lives alone and has no pets, so, naturally, this startles him. He gets up and turns. He hears a snarl that's both animalistic and disturbingly human. It comes from the kitchen. A second one emanates from the bathroom.
Grabbing a fireplace poker, Pierce shouts, "All right, you bastards. Joke's over! Come on out!" His only reply is another of those freaky snarls, this one coming from the entrance to the garage.
Still brandishing the poker, Pierce inches his way to the hallway, planning to bolt as soon as he can see the door.
Something jumps on him, and he lets out a very unmanly shriek as he falls. There's a sharp pain around his neck, and he hears gibbering in the air around him. He raises the poker and smacks at the air above him. He apparently strikes something, as there is a howl of pain and he is released. He gets up, swinging his weapon, apparently injuring the invisible intruders.
"Think you can kill me?! I'll show ya who you're messing with!"
He jabs the spear forward, and there's a satisfying crunch and a squeal of pain. Letting go of the poker, he races for the door. He almost makes it, too.
Something leaps onto his back, and he falls again. This time, he doesn't get back up.
Craig didn't know how he got here. One minute, he had been inspecting a cool little rock that he found in
an unknown student's locker. The next, he had gone to hide it in his closet. Suddenly, he found himself somewhere else!
He suspected that it had something to do with the mirror. He wasn't sure how, but he was sure that he had somehow entered the mirror in his closet, leaving the pretty rock behind.
It wasn't like Wonderland, though. It was a pretty normal-looking city, actually. The only thing that was weird about it (aside from the gross-looking grease coating some of the buildings) was the fact that it was totally empty. After a few minutes of searching, he hadn't found anyone else.
A loud bellow suddenly cascaded through the empty city. He jumped, screaming. When he looked for the source of the sound, he screamed again: A large, faceless humanoid was coming at him, crawling obscenely on the road, its arms stretching into seemingly impossible lengths. He was astounded at the sight of it: It was almost six stories high!
He started to run.
Chang cursed Dean Spreck with every fibre of his being. He had come to him, bearing the ultimate gift - the secret to defeating Greendale - and the idiot had turned him into the police! Luckily, he managed to escape. With some help, he even managed to get out of the country!
Here, in Canada, he had managed to make a new life for himself. Sure, it wasn't exactly the best life, but it was better than sneaking around in vents.
While hiking in the woods by the boarding house (He did this often, whenever the fellow tenants got on his nerves), he found something interesting: A small lake. What was interesting about it was the fact that the water (or whatever it was) was red. He touched it, and made a face of disgust: It felt like human blood.
Since he was, well, eccentric
, he also tasted it. It tasted just like regular water, if a bit bitter.
Suddenly, a large tentacle suddenly burst out of the water. It wrapped around his waist and yanked him into the depths before he had a chance to react.
It was a week before anyone noticed that he was gone.