First of all: this is my first shot at writing an actually story and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if it's crappy. Second: I really had fun writing this so I hope you like it:) Um.. I think that's it.


So I work as a cleaning lady, as you will. I know that sounds lame but it's actually quite awesome. About half an hour after everyone leaves this big office building, I go in. When I started they said: "You have 12 hours, do whatever you want, we don't care as long as the whole building is clean by the time the 12 hours are over.". Now I don't know if you ever have been in a big building all by yourself but it feels.. peaceful. So every friday I put in my music and dance my ass of while I clean. And since music makes me work faster, I usually get to read for 1,5 hour before my time is up. Building clean, I get my money, everybody happy. (Oh and I study but I will explain that later.)

So one friday I was cleaning the toilet. (Oh stop freaking out, just take the brush and spray the seat. No touching involved.) I was listening to this awesome song, and maybe I was singing.. I looked at the toilet brush and for a fraction of a second I wanted to use it as a microphone. Decided against it. And that's when something.. strange happened. Someone grabbed me from behind. And not in a sexy way but in a "I will hurt you"-way. First reflex: push the toilet brush in his face. Well.. that worked. I heard a gagging sound and then I turned around. I looked at this.. well.. cute guy. You know the type, dark hair, a starting beard and these very light blue eyes.

I always said that very light blue eyes, let's call it "ice eyes", are an unfair advantage from mother nature. Reason? No matter how weird the guy looks, give him ice eyes and suddenly he's hot. Unfair.

Anyway.. so the guy with the ice eyes was going in for the attack. Apparently he didn't like the toilet brush, who knew? Ice eyes is actually quite a good description because they looked cold and lifeless. And before I could think I jumped. Like.. karate kid style. No not karate kid, that was humanly possible. I jumped like in one of the movies where you think the main character is awesome but totally CGI. Well.. I did that. Then I turned around and kicked him in the nuts. He fell down and I threw my weight in the final kick which landed on his adams apple. I heard a crack and he stopped moving. And before I could start to hyperventilate or, well, think.. his eyes changed color. Like those beautiful, cold eyes turned plain green. The kind of green that my eyes were. Actually, they looked exactly like my eyes. I went in to close them, because they were just freaking me out. And when I touched him, he disappeared. Like.. Poof. And I fell down. Face down on the floor, and started screaming.

I searched everywhere for that body and pinched myself a dozen times to make sure I was awake. The only proof I had was the toilet brush on the floor and well.. that's not great proof. Now I always believed in the supernatural. Which sounds lame, I know. But I just figured all the myths and stories had to have some truth in them you know? So I always read books and thought that if something supernatural would happen to me, I would not go in denial. I would just be like "Awesome...". But no. Denial seemed like the best option right then. I must have been hallucinating. Maybe I fell asleep while cleaning the toilet. Which explains the brush, and myself, on the floor. But those eyes changing color.. couldn't shake that image.