Maybe that was blood from the last poor sap who got hounded to death, before the protagonist.
A massive shambling pile of mail.
My Golem is definitely schoolwork. Specifically, a huge blank Word document waiting for me to turn it into a term-paper. Doesn’t matter if I do though, because the assignments are never-ending. Until I finish school, I will always have a Microsoft Word golem, damn it to hell!
Like a Victorian-era bust of my sunday-school teacher, wielding a machete.
Mine would be a massive shambling pile of student papers, covered in gibberish, begging to be graded.
:: shudder ::
A massive pile of god-knows-what-the-hell-all-these-papers-are, just like my desk.
Wow, that was a bizarre and disturbing little film.
The part at the end, where the Concrete Man walks over and “infects” somebody new with his happy little jig, reminds me of a story I read that freaked me out when I was a kid – it was about this guy who actually did have a monkey on his back, or a monkey-like critter; it had dug special thumbs on both hands and feet deep into his back muscles so it was permanently attached, and the guy was miserable, but the thing kept him from doing anything to get rid of it or harm himself. Then he finally managed to kill himself by throwing himself over a big cliff, and the main character watched the thing detach itself from his back and start climbing up the cliff after HIM. He took off, and the last scene was of the monkey-thing reaching the top of the cliff and starting to trot after him as he fled, secure in the knowledge that it would catch up eventually and make him its new host.
When the Concrete Man started doing his little dance for that new person, it creeped me out in the same way that story did. Wish I could remember the name of the story …