A homeless man had been roaming the streets for a few hours. Another night, another search for somewhere moderately warm and bearable to sleep. He passed the old, deserted town theater. Other bums said to avoid the theater; they said it wasn’t safe. Safe? What safe? There’s no safe on the streets. Who would mug a homeless man? There’s nothing to rob. The homeless man figured that he’d take shelter somewhere inside for once.
He saw the chains on the doors, but found no difficulty getting in; the windows were broken. After a hop and a cut on the knee, he was inside. The smell of dust and mold lingered in the air. A huge projection screen hung from the left, and the endless rows of chairs flooded the left of the room. “Hey!!” his voice echoed. He smiled and made his way to the top row.
He plopped down on the very back seat. This wasn’t so bad! Nice chairs, fancy room. Hey! There might even be a film reel in the projector. He wasn’t quite tired yet, so why not give luxury a try.
He made his way up the dark stairway to the projector room. It was long abandoned, with ripped carpet and a messy desk. Nonetheless, he found the projector. After looking at it for a while, he decided to just start pressing buttons. After a minute or two of messing with it, the projector decided to start up. A rare smile showed on the homeless man; how often do the homeless get a working theater all to themselves?
The movie was a bit strange, but who could complain? It just showed whiteness that flickered every now and then. The only colored visuals were the characters along the bottom of the screen, standing an estimated five feet tall. There were almost twenty of them. They were animated, most likely with old utensils like pencils or an ink base. They weren’t friendly looking, just bald and completely black. Their eyes were hollow, like the animator didn’t even color them in. They simply stared at the rows of chairs, occasionally blinking, but the homeless man experienced the “follow painting” effect. You know, like when you walk around the room and the person in the painting seems to follow you with its eyes.
Regardless, the man was happy he had some light to see his surroundings. At the back of the projection room, he found a moderately clean sofa where he spent the night.
After a solid ten hours of sleep, the man awoke more alive than he had been in years. He stood up, stretched, and looked around in glee. All this sleeping built up an appetite, so he figured he’d see what the kitchen was serving. As he bent over to grab his black jacket, he saw the projector in greater detail. His eyes widened and a cold rush took him over. It wasn‘t a projector. It was a spotlight.
Credit To – Tkrocker14