It pops up randomly in different parts of the city. An urban legend claims that it is a site of a murder that yet not happened, and it looks for it's victim. If you lay on it so that it outlines your body - you'll die.

Today is the day. Today I'll enter the room. Today I will accept the outline.

Will it accept me? Will see. My life was a mess, it worth nothing now, so why not. That's why the outline have chosen me. And these cult guys... They believe, they mind-controlling me. You can not controll someone, who sees no value in life. I'm doing it by my own desire. They gave me food and a place to live... just to turn me into their guinea pig. But they have no idea what they're dealing with. I lived on the streets for too long to know that the outline is not just an urban legend. Many of us have seen it. Some of us have tryed it... The outline gives you what you have deserved. More often it's just death. So I'm, sort of saying, not looking for surprizes.

- Come on in, come on in, Derek.

I never liked this guy, but he was the one who gave me food and shelter.

- Today is a great day. The outline is there, waiting for you.

He's the leader of this so called cult. In fact it's nothing more but a small sect consisting of a bunch of idiots, with one guy telling the other ones what the reality is all about. Today they all were present, sitting in his guest room on a couch, as his wife was serving them beer and snacks.

They all think, they have found a random homeless guy to give the outline whatever it wanted. No, the outline was following me for quiet a while, and now it has appeared in John's closet just to have some people being able to finally drag me toward it. Call it a paranoia or whatever you want, I don't give a shit. This thing has a mind of it's own.

I took the white clothes, they have prepared for me, on. Then he led me to the door, while other pricks were stareing at me from behind.

- This is it, Derek... It's your time.

"Go fuck yourself, Jonathan..." - I thought, yet remained silent. Then I proceeded to the room. They have already lighten up the light bulb for me. What a ritual...

John gave me farewelling look and closed the door behind me.

I've spent some time admiring a human-shaped outline positioned at the middle of John's closet room. It had, as seamed, the same height as I did, but I knew, it was exactly my height.

"Fuck it I" - I said. Then I layed straight on it.