Impulse Man

Life's been weird lately. I used to have self-control and the ability to navigate things without making rash or strange decisions. I used to be able to go to the store, get groceries, talk to my family and friends, and go out to a bar and drink. Before it happened, life was pretty good. I'm not rich, so I don't have tons of money that I can throw around like water, but I don't have a lot to complain about. Things have moved at a good pace. I have a pretty good career. Well, I did have a pretty good career, but not too long ago, things changed in a pretty drastic way. Me and the boys went out to a bar about a week ago. Had fun. Got wasted. The usual. Not long after, we had the bright idea to go for a little joy ride. Eventually, we found ourselves parked outside of a random open field in the middle of nowhere. It was dark, so we stumbled through the grass by the light of my cell phone, shooting the shit. A mutilated cow lay in a clearing, sliced open, blood pooling underneath. Candles were lit in a circle around it, and off in the corner, a girl was sitting on the rocks. She wore a black robe, and her eyes glowed blue. Chants surrounded us, both from her lips and from various directions off in the darkness. She must have noticed us coming; we definitely weren’t being quiet. She stood and walked toward us, asking if we were hungry. Things kind of got chaotic at that point. We were wasted and stumbling around—the cow, the candles, the girl. It freaked us out, so we started running toward the car, piled in, and took off toward the house. I blinked, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up late the next morning for work. The day seemed normal enough. On my way to work, my friends texted the group chat, saying they were all hungover, and no one remembered much from that night. I was over an hour late. My boss was cranky and yelling the entire time as I walked to my office. Normally, I’d have been able to control myself, but something inside me felt different… unhinged. I turned to my boss with a