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Saturday, October 6, 2018

Night of One Hundred Horrors (Night 3) - After Hours [#36]

Welcome to night three, prepared to be scared stiff down to your very bones,
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            'I'm such an idiot,' I thought as I pulled on the locked door. I glanced through the small window in the door. I could still see my car in the empty parking lot, illuminated by the full moon. 'So close yet so far,' I lamented as I accepted my fate. I was trapped inside the office and nobody will answer my phone calls. It'll be another six to eight hours before someone comes back to unlock the doors. I'm stuck and that's the end of it. I sighed and headed back up the second floor. I can at least crash on one of the couches in the employee lounge until morning, it beats the alternative.
            As I entered the second floor a strange sensation came over me. The familiar office space I spent almost every day in felt bizarre and alien. It wasn't the lack of light or people, although that was a factor, something felt wrong. Actually, wrong isn't the correct word, the room felt altered in some way, but I couldn't place my finger on it exactly. I tried to dispel the sensation, but it lingered even as I entered the lounge and closed the door.
            I spent a long time propped up on the tiny couch in the lounge, but I couldn't get to sleep. That creepy impression I got from the office earlier had crept deeper into me and formed a knot in my stomach. I felt queasy, but I didn't feel like trying to find the bathroom. I remained as a motionless lump on the couch for a good hour or so. Right as I was about to sink into half-sleep I heard a small crash out in the office.
            I knew better than to investigate, it was likely a burglar or vandal. Then I heard another crash, and another and another. It wasn't like the sound of breaking glass or the like. It was more akin to something falling, like a thin wall. I didn't know what to think, but I certainly wasn't going to check. Then the crashes began to come closer and closer until they sounded like they were just outside the lounge's door.
            I held my breath, afraid some lunatic was about to knock over the wall and attack me with a baseball bat. Then came a crash inside the lounge, on the other end of the room outside my direct field of vision. I glanced over and saw the wall had fallen down flat and on top of it was "something." I couldn't make out the details in the dark, but it had a jet black silhouette, an overall slender body, and long arms. Topped off with three red eyes in the center of its body.
            I held perfectly still as it lumbered past me. I heard the click of its feet as it moved over a hard piece of floor. As quickly as it appeared it vanished out the lounge's door. With the door open I could hear some kind of chatter that emerged from the main office space. There was more than one of this thing, and they were talking. They "talked" with these constant chittering sounds, like a colony of insects.
            It was maddening to listen to. It sounded like wood and metal that was scraped together in uneven patterns, then echoed a dozen times over. It made my skin crawl. I wanted to leave, to make a mad dash for my car, but I knew I was still trapped in here. I don't want to know what'll happen to me if these things see me. My only option is to remain motionless here and hope they don't find me.
            Those cursed chitters started to come closer. I could see a handful of thin silhouettes which stood in the door frame. Again I held my breath and hoped against hope that they couldn't see in the dark. I could see a trio of red eyes turn in my general direction and scan the room. They locked onto my position, almost staring directly into my own eyes. I seized up, held still and silently prayed.
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            The next morning the janitor arrived to unlock the building and to perform a little maintenance. He was surprised to see a car in the employee parking lot, which should have been barren at this time of day. He wondered if it had broken down, but otherwise didn't think too much of it.
            It wasn't too long into his morning routine that he came up to the second floor. He wanted to make himself some coffee in the employee lounge. He noted that the door to the lounge was left open. Which was strange as he remembered someone on the night staff was very particular about keeping it closed.
            As he entered into the room things proceeded as normal. He started the coffee maker, pulled out a mug and put aside some cream. It wasn't until he turned around and leaned on the counter that he noticed he was not alone in the room. There was an office employee, still in business clothes, asleep on the couch.
            "Hey long night buddy," the janitor chuckled as he walked up to the employee. The janitor noted the person on the couch was quite pale in complexion, and seemed short of breath in their sleep. They also didn't respond to his comment, so he tried to shake them awake to no avail. Finally, the janitor placed his hand on their neck. It felt stone cold and their pulse was almost nonexistent. The janitor ran for a phone to dial 911. 
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That's all for this week, see you Tuesday for night four.
Until then, Read, Comment and Enjoy.

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