It started in HMV, that is to say it started for one person. For another, it ended.

Waiting in line to purchase the latest and hottest CD release of the week Bens world was about to be upended by sheer bad luck and a cursed fate. He paid the cashier and recieved the carrier bag with the album in. He walked down the aisles, past generations of music toward the exit. As he was exiting another man was entering, they sidestepped in time with one another before shuffling around each other awkwardly when Ben heard come from the man an almighty scream of terror.

He span around to look for the cause of this violent outburst and recoiled as he saw a viscous black liquid pour from the mans mouth and spurt out from his nose and ears. His eyeballs stained black as he watched and the man keeled over before him and rolled onto his back, he stared up at Ben with a sorrowful, almost knowing expression and went limp.

That was the last thing Ben saw as his world folded in on itself, his vision went black and he fell forward