A scary story ALMOST everyday til Halloween — I DISCOVERED an 8th day of the week

Adan Men
8 min readOct 26, 2022

I hate Mondays, I know that’s nothing new to say I think the consensus for most are that Mondays are the worst, though I never gave it much thought of why that was the case; but now I know why; we’re missing an eighth day. I work in retail nothing special about it, it’s an easy job for the most part other than constant standing, but I guess you can say I’ve been stuck in it for years now; time slipping through my fingers with each passing minute. I started over ten years ago, me trying to figure out what to do with my life and somehow I just didn’t do much. One perk though about being there so long is I now get the weekends off, so I guess there’s that. It was two Sundays ago, me just hanging around the apartment being as lazy as possible not really trying to do anything of significance. I sat on my couch dreading the count down of the clock understanding I had to wake up early for work, so I decided to have a drink, I figured why not enjoy myself in the last few hours I had of the weekend; my last attempt at some fun. As I approached my fridge I discovered I was out of beer,

“Of course” I said to myself.

I looked through my cabinets hoping to find some alcohol of any kind, just something to give me a good buzz and all I found was little bit of vodka and some NyQuil in my medical cupboard, so I figured why not mix the two; I’ve drank worse. The taste was a lot to be desired but the light headiness that accompanies a buzz came quick and strong, I was practically out of my mind in under an hour well at least I think it was a hour. Though the feeling didn’t last long because naturally as one might of guest, I fell asleep. I woke up the next day completely exhausted, my head spinning from confusion I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep on my couch and that’s when I noticed the sun was already out; seeping in through my window.

“What time is it?” I asked myself while my throat felt as if hadn’t tasted water in years..

I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone and realized it was dead.

“Oh dam! I’m late” I said angrily, visions of my boss berating me flickered through my mind.

Though something overcame me, perhaps it was the NyQuil still prevalent in my body…

Adan Men

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