u/Aftermire

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

The Night Shift at Barnaby’s | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 2

Day 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…
suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read “ Rule Three. Never ignore Rusty for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% ”

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed “ Battery Level: 66% “
I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone “ Hey. Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaalo… Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver “ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Affron said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Rusty, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone “ And best of all, you idiot, you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking “ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Affron cut me off, almost shouting “ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “.

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.
“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard. I’m getting out of here and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear and staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and noticed the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook was sticking out from behind the curtain, then disappeared again a moment later.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.
“ Damn it, if I stay here, I’m dead anyway “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.
A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth up and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.
“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.
“ I still have a chance “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.
“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind “ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.
“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read Rule Five “ At 12:00 PM our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Molly will offer you one slice.”

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.
“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.
It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes and suddenly my whole body jolted violently.
The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning, since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Affron?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me? “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more, I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added “ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver “ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters, they simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it, and I’m done, I need to get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.
What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?
What kind of clue is “Until 1:00 PM they’ll be completely focused on each other.”

And then it hit me.
That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.
Only Rusty was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.
I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.
A moment later, Molly and Hopper joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“This is my chance.” - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

Meeting Mr. Afton: The Night I Took the Fazbear Job | Night 2

Night 1

A loud, bass-heavy impact violently echoed throughout the entire room, unleashing a horrific, resonating sound.

I stood there paralyzed, staring at the door and praying it would withstand the force coming from outside.

Another series of powerful blows made the door bend on its hinges.
My heart jumped into my throat, and fear completely paralyzed my body.

The beast was furious and wanted to get in here at any cost.
I pressed myself against the wall and slowly slid down.

If it breaks through the door, I have nowhere to run.
If it gets in here, I’m done for.

I closed my eyes.
Images of Susan and the kids filled my mind, and tears rolled down my cheek one after another.

I wanted to see them, at least one last time.
To hold them and tell them how much I love them.

The impacts grew faster and more violent.
I was certain that monster was about to get in here.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter and…

suddenly everything went silent.
I didn’t open my eyes, I sat there motionless, trembling all over.

“ The door probably didn’t hold... “ - I thought, holding my breath.
I waited… I waited for that thing to get me.

But nothing happened. Absolute silence surrounded me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sweat was running down my forehead, and my hair was soaked like I had just stepped out of a shower.

Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward the monitors on trembling legs.
I swallowed hard, barely forcing the saliva down my tight throat.

I glanced at Camera 2A and froze.
A massive fox stood in the hallway, wearing an eyepatch, and instead of a hand, it had a hook, sinisterly reflecting the neon lights.

It was staring straight into the camera.
A chill ran through my body, and I instinctively stepped away from the desk.

The monster turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
I dropped to my knees, overwhelmed with relief.
In a panic, I grabbed the crumpled piece of paper and read:

“ Rule Three. Never ignore Foxy for longer than ten minutes. He doesn’t like it. It makes him nervous. “

I stared blankly at the monitors, feeling my blood pressure rise.

Where the hell is he?
What does don’t ignore mean? Do I seriously have to stare at that damn fox at least once every ten minutes?! - I shouted, slamming my fist against the desk.

Pain shot through my hand, but I ignored it.
I looked back at the paper and read the rest of the rules of this damn game.

“ Rule One. Do not let the battery level drop below 5% “

I got up and rushed to the desk.
I glanced at the digital bracelet on my wrist and felt my guts twist into a knot.

The small screen displayed:

“ Battery Level: 66% “

I quickly ran over to the space heater and unplugged it.

The device went silent, and freezing air began filling the room.
I felt chills spread all over my body.

“ Damn... seriously? It didn’t warm up in here at all? That little heater has been running for a good twenty minutes. “ - I thought, rubbing my hands together.

I need to cover that hole immediately.
I started looking around the room.

I couldn’t find anything that would work.
A thick cloud of vapor escaped my mouth.

If I don’t do something, I’m going to freeze to death. - I thought, opening the desk drawers one by one and dumping their contents onto the floor.

There were only pens, some reports, and blank sheets of paper.
I started frantically crumpling them up and stuffing them into the air vent.

The effect was practically nonexistent.
I managed to reduce the airflow, but cold air was still getting inside.

Suddenly, the room filled with the sound of an old telephone ringing.
A violent jolt shot down my spine, and I froze.

Behind the monitors, against the wall, stood an old telephone.
I hadn’t noticed it before…
I quickly ran over and picked up the receiver. “ Hello?! “

After a brief pause, a familiar voice came through the phone.

“ Hey, Mikey! How’s your shift going? Having fun? “

I was speechless, and a wave of heat flooded my face.

“ Haaallo... Mikey? You alive, buddy? “ he said again, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I tightened my grip on the receiver.

“ Get me out of here, you sick bastard! You’re coming here right now and getting me away from those monsters! “

“ Mike. The game has started and you’re not leaving before it’s over... And from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you’re getting out of there at all. “ Afton said, amused.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head.

“ What do you mean? “ - I asked, my voice trembling.

“ What do I mean? Mikey... Did you even read the damn list of rules? In just a few hours, you’ve burned through almost half your power. Your office door is still locked. There’s a light above the door that keeps drawing extra power the entire time it’s locked, you pissed off Foxy, turned on the heater for no reason, and best of all... “

A sinister chuckle came through the phone.

“ And best of all, you idiot... you swiped that keycard on the door five times. You’ve only got 64% battery left, and this is just the first night. “

I looked down at my bracelet in panic, he was right.
The battery was draining like crazy.

Breathing heavily, I threw myself at the door and unlocked it.
The red light above the door went dark.

I felt my voice cracking.

“ Please, I want out of here. I want to quit. I won’t take a single dollar for this, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please... let me out, plea... “

Afton cut me off, almost shouting.

“ I don’t think we understand each other. I thought you were smarter than that. Better step it up, Mikey... Those monsters, as you called them, aren’t just ordinary little animals. If you fail this game, our friends are going to pay your home a visit, so... give it everything you’ve got! “

My heart slammed so hard my ribs started hurting, and the world around me began spinning.

“ My home? I’ll find you, you sick bastard! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you! “ I screamed into the receiver, spitting as I spoke.

A series of mechanical beeps came through the phone.
I stood there like an idiot, holding the cold plastic receiver to my ear, staring blankly at the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement on the cameras.
I looked closer and saw the curtain moving on Camera 1C.
A sharp hook slowly emerged from behind the curtain, then disappeared again.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, surrounded by the vapor escaping from my mouth.
Exactly nine minutes had passed. One more minute and that insane fox would come after me again.

I need to cover that damn hole or I’m going to freeze to death, I need to get out there. - I thought, turning toward the door.

I grabbed the handle, felt the freezing steel, and froze.
I knew I had to do it, but my body refused to obey me.
It felt like I was standing on the edge of a ten-story building, about to take a step forward.

I turned my head toward the screens and bit my lip.
All the metal monsters were back in their places.
I’ve got ten minutes before that thing comes after me.

Every instinct in my body was telling me that leaving this room could mean instant death.

“ Damn it... if I stay here, I’m dead anyway. “ - I shouted, pulled the handle down, and pushed through the door.

I stumbled into the hallway, barely keeping my balance.
I stood in the middle of the long, dark corridor, staring into the distance.

I held my breath and listened, feeling my stomach tighten as my slightly bent knees knocked against each other.
The silence surrounding me was thick and suffocating.

I took a few uncertain steps forward and my heart jumped into my throat.
Behind me, I heard that familiar broken melody.
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline, and my legs reacted faster than I did.

Running down the hallway, I turned back.

A damn seven-foot bear in a top hat stood there, piercing me with its stare.

I ran into the dining area, frantically looking around.
I rushed to one of the tables and yanked a long fabric tablecloth off it.

“ I can’t hear anything, why isn’t it chasing me? How am I supposed to get back to the office if that thing is standing there? “ - I thought in panic, lifting the tablecloth and trying to fold it as quickly as possible.

I was afraid it might get caught on something while I was running, or worse, that I might trip over it.
That piece of fabric was my only hope of plugging that damn vent.

When I lowered my hands, my heart stopped, and a sheet of brown metal filled my entire view. The intense smell of grease filled the air.

Right in front of me. Inches away from me… Stood a massive steel bear.

Standing at the level of its chest, I slowly looked up.
The bear pierced me with its dead, glowing stare.

I was completely paralyzed. I couldn’t move.
The monster slowly raised its enormous paw.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

“ Susan, I’m sorry, I love you all so much. “ - I thought, waiting for the final blow.

I suddenly felt a gentle tap on my nose.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and… it was empty.

The bear had suddenly disappeared…
My legs went weak.

“ I still have a chance. “ - I thought, and with the last of my strength, I quickly ran toward the office, rushed to the door, and shut it behind me.

I dropped to my knees. “What the hell was that? “.
I quickly looked at the monitors. All four of them were back on their stages.

I crawled over to the air vent and started stuffing the tablecloth inside.
It worked. I completely cut off the freezing air from outside.

I walked over to the desk and touched the top edge of the old monitors.

They were slightly warm. I placed my hands on them, then without lifting them away, I leaned forward, sat down, and watched.

I fought heavy eyelids all night, not taking my eyes off the screens for even a moment.
I looked at my watch. 6:14 AM. If I wasn’t trapped in this damn nightmare, I would’ve been on my way home for fifteen minutes already…

A dull crushing sensation around my head was tearing through my temples.
My eyes burned, and every time I blinked, it felt like they were filled with sand.

My stomach growled.

“ Damn, I haven’t eaten or had anything to drink all night. “ - I thought, slowly getting up from the desk.

I could feel that my body was much heavier than usual.
I yawned as I walked over to the metal locker.
I pulled out the bag Susan had packed for me.

I ate a sandwich and greedily drank half the bottle of water.
After pulling it away from my lips, I took a deep breath.

As I took another sip, a thought shot through my mind.

“ Damn... I can’t leave this place for five days. These were my last supplies. “

I jumped up from the chair.

“ Where the hell am I supposed to get food and water?! “ - I shouted toward the door.

And then it hit me.

I picked up the sheet with the rules and read:

Rule Five.

“ At 12:00 PM, our friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be kind to them, and between 12:05 PM and 12:07 PM, there is a chance Chica will offer you one slice. “

I stared blankly at the monitor as a cold, painful shiver ran through my body.

“ You’re telling me I’m supposed to just walk out there and ask them for a slice of pizza? “ - I thought, sinking into the chair.

Fighting heavy eyelids, the cold, and hunger, I waited.

It was 11:53 AM.

I slowly closed my eyes, and suddenly my body jolted violently.

The phone rang.

I quickly pressed the receiver to my ear.

“ Mikey, brother. How’s it going? I see you’re learning. Since our last conversation, your battery level has only dropped by 3%. “

“ I’m not giving up. You hear me, Afton?! I’m getting out of here, and I’m coming for you, do you understand me?! “ I growled through clenched teeth.

“ Mikey... I’m holding you to that. I’ll even say more... I’m rooting for you with all my heart. “ he said in a theatrically friendly tone, then added:

“ I’ve even got a little tip for you. At noon, our friends have their little picnic, as you already know. Until 1:00 PM, they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

I slammed my fist against the desk and shouted into the receiver.

“ And how the hell is that supposed to help me? I’m supposed to walk up to those monsters and ask them for pizza? You’re a damn psychopath. What the hell are those things?! “

“ Let’s not call them monsters. They simply don’t like adults. What are they? If you really want to know, you’ll find clues around the restaurant, and now... I’ve given you my advice, Mikey. Think about it. I’m hanging up, I need to go get some sleep. “ - he said, dragging out a yawn.

He hung up.

What good does it do me that those metal dolls are having a picnic for an hour?

What kind of clue is:

“ Until 1:00 PM, they’ll be completely focused on each other. “

And then it hit me.

That’s the only hour in the entire day when I can probably get some sleep, find food, or look for clues on how to get out of here.

I looked at the cameras and noticed that three of them were gone.

Only Foxy was still standing in his spot, but a moment later, even he stepped out from behind the curtain and walked toward the main stage.

From behind the office door, I heard the sound of pots and kitchen equipment.

I looked at the door, then back at the cameras.

Suddenly, the bear appeared beneath the stage.

A moment later, the chicken and the rabbit joined him, carrying pizza and soda.

“ This is my chance. “ - I thought, getting up from the chair and walking toward the door.

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u/Aftermire — 5 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago

The Night Shift at Barnaby’s | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago
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I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago

I lost my job a month ago. Last night, I signed the strangest contract of my life. | Day 1

"Mike, did the employment agency call you back yet? “ Susan asked, unloading clean dishes from the dishwasher.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach.
A month ago, I lost my job. 

That subject instantly sent a wave of uncertainty and fear through me.

I had been the senior regional manager at a large security company.
Unfortunately, the company went under, and overnight, we were cut off from any way to support ourselves.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I answered “ Yeah, I’ve got a meeting at ten, I need to head out soon. Apparently they found only one position that pays weekly, but there are a lot of people going for it. They’ll give me more details once I get to the office “

Susan didn’t say anything. For the past few weeks, it had become taboo between us.

I took my last sip of coffee and placed the empty mug in the sink.
Susan shot me a dirty look “ In the dishwasher, Mike… I’ve got enough cleaning up after the kids without you adding to it “

Obediently, I did what she asked and headed toward the bedroom.

I changed into a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. I need to make a good impression - I thought, fastening my leather belt.

“ Mike, take the trash out on your way out “ - Susan shouted.

I glanced at my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get there… I could make it.
“ alright, babe “ I said, hurriedly fixing my hair.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the trash bag, and it ripped open, scattering everything across the floor.

I froze, and a wave of heat spread across my face.
“ goddammit “ - I shouted, crouching down and stuffing the trash into a new bag.

“ Mike, what happened? “ Susan’s voice called from the other room.

“ Nothing, babe, the bag ripped “ I said through gritted teeth.

Susan appeared in the doorway “ Because you do everything in a rush. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I was gonna mop the floor anyway “

I stood up and headed toward the door with the bag.

I put on my overcoat.

“ Mike, it’s the middle of winter. You’re gonna freeze and get sick “ - Susan said, looking out from the kitchen.

“ It’s just the walk to the car, I’ll be fine “ - I said flatly, grabbing the handle.

Susan walked over and kissed me on the cheek “ You got this. You’ll charm them “

I nodded and headed toward the car.
Getting in, I glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:54.

A shot of panic ripped through me.

“ no way… I’m gonna be late “
I pulled out almost squealing the tires, and ten minutes later I was already at the building.

The door was open.
I ran inside and saw a small, dark hallway with four chairs and an entrance leading to another room.

I stopped outside the office and felt sweat running down my temple.
I knocked, grabbed the handle, and stepped inside.

A woman in a turquoise turtleneck was sitting with her back to me, and on the other side of the desk sat a thin, sharply dressed man with an irritated look on his face.

“ Mike? “ - he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

I forced a smile and answered “ Yeah, that’s me “

The man glanced toward my hand “Nice watch you got there. Does that thing tell time right?”
My stomach twisted, and I felt an uncontrollable nervous twitch in the corner of my mouth.

“ I’m really sorry, I had a little accident this morning…”

The man cut me off halfway through my sentence with a mocking smile
“ If your watch works, then walk out that door and learn how to use it “

I froze.

I stood there staring at him, my voice trapped in my tightened throat.

This was my only shot. I knew I had to get this job.
“ Please, it’s only a few minutes. I’m highly qualified “ I said, nervously loosening my tie.

“ Mikey. Time is the most valuable currency in the world, you know? Tell me... If your head was underwater. Completely out of air. Would you still use the words “it’s only a few minutes”? “ he said, leaving a long, unsettling pause after every sentence.

My throat went dry.

The man stood up with his eyes locked straight onto mine.
He didn’t blink, and a thick, pulsing vein appeared on his forehead.

“ Get the fuck out of my office and wait your turn “ - he shouted, and I jumped, stumbling backward.

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and from the corner of my eye I noticed the woman in the chair hadn’t even moved.
She looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
The man sat back down and added cheerfully “ I’ll call you, Mikey “

This guy’s insane - I thought, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the wall and felt my shirt sticking to my soaked back.

I took a step toward the exit, struggling to catch my breath.
Being around him filled me with strong, panicked fear. It wasn’t the yelling. There was something unsettling in his eyes.

My survival instincts were going crazy, like I was standing in front of a predator that could lunge for my throat at any second.

Suddenly I froze. I saw Susan in my mind, and the disappointment on her face.
I can’t do this to her. These past few weeks had already cost her, and our marriage, far too much.

I turned back toward the office, sat down, and waited.

I had been sitting there for a good three hours. Freezing winter air kept blowing into the hallway through the open front door, making my body shake. I wanted to close it, but I was too afraid to do it without permission.

I looked toward the entrance and realized no other applicants had shown up at all, even though there were supposed to be a whole lot of them.

I moved my toes inside my dress shoes. I couldn’t feel them.
“ I’m gonna freeze to death out here, but if I leave I might lose this opportunity.” - I thought and stood up.

I walked decisively toward the office door and was just about to knock, but I remembered his stare and froze completely, with my hand only millimeters from the door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside
“ next! “.

I jumped away from the door like I’d been burned.

With a trembling hand, I grabbed the handle, pulled it down, and nervously stepped inside.
I stood in the doorway, blankly staring at the empty chair.

“ What’s wrong, Mike? Didn’t get tired of waiting? Sit down “ - the recruiter said, pointing at the chair.

I slowly looked around the room and scratched my head.
There was only one door in here. No other exit.
Where’s the woman who was sitting here earlier? - I wondered, slowly walking over to the chair and sitting down.

It felt surreal. I would’ve noticed if she had walked out. I’d been right outside the door the entire time - I thought, but kept it to myself. This job meant too much to me to risk it over stupid questions.

The man picked up my resume from the desk and leaned back in his chair, saying “ So, Mikey…” he paused and looked at me. “ You’ve got a lot of experience in security… a long work history, and you were even a manager… Bravo. “ he clapped his hands.

I stared at him in disbelief.
Where the hell am I? - I thought, swallowing hard.

Suddenly, the man shot upright in his chair “ This job is perfect for you. You’ll be a manager here too “

I flinched.
“ that’s fantastic news, I was afraid I’d have to start over from scratch “ - I said, genuinely excited.

“ You’ll be your own manager, because you’ll be alone on the night shift. Mikey. “ he added after a longer pause, laughing without taking his eyes off me.

Heat rushed through me. I felt like an idiot, and suddenly I was embarrassed by how excited I’d sounded.

This guy had given me hope for a split second and crushed it without mercy.

I clenched my jaw and asked “ Sir.. “ I looked at his name tag “ Affron. What are the terms of employment, what are the duties, and what’s the pay? “

The man suddenly stood up, slamming both hands on the desk.
Instinctively, I ducked and shielded my head with my arm.

The recruiter walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a document, and placed it on the desk, saying “ There’s nothing to be afraid of. Mikey. Sign the contract. You’re getting 50 bucks an hour to park your ass in a chair watching monitors. You’ll make sure no homeless people or other unwanted guests wander around the building. You start at 8:00 p.m. “

I looked at him, my eyes widening as far as they could go.

Conditions like that right from the start?
Maybe it was because I had a firearms permit and because of the nature of the night shift, but the pay was still very impressive.

I didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
In our current situation, I didn’t care.

I looked at the contract laid out in front of me “ What kind of property will I be guarding? And is the pay weekly? “

Affron’s expression turned serious, and he looked at me, leaning over the desk “ Mike. If you last 5 days, you’ll get cash in hand right after that, and if you do a good job, the owner will throw in a pretty big bonus. The property is a renovated pizzeria from the ’80s. “

I saw a flash in his eye, and chills ran through me.

I picked up the contract, checked if the numbers matched, and while signing it, I asked “ When can I start? “

The recruiter stood up, placed a small folder in front of me, and extended his hand toward me “ Inside is your keycard, the address, and your locker key. I already told you, you start at 8:00 p.m. Don’t be late. That could end badly “ he said with a mocking smile.

I instinctively shook his hand and felt a sharp pain shoot through my right hand.
I felt my knees start to buckle.

The man squeezed my hand so hard it felt like he was trying to break every finger.
“ A handshake should be firm “ he said coldly, looking down at me.

I took the folder, left the building, and went back home.

I sat down in the living room and told Susan everything.
“ that guy is some kind of lunatic “ - she said, sitting down next to me. ” but the terms really are good “ she added after a moment.

I looked deep into her eyes “ Susan, honestly, I don’t know if I want to go there. I’ve had this strange feeling ever since I signed that contract. That Affron.. Something was wrong with him. I think I’ll call, back out, and look for something else “

She wrapped her arms around my neck, saying “Baby, we really need that money. You know that… No one else is going to offer you that kind of money, especially with weekly pay.. Please, just try “.

I knew perfectly well she was right.
I nodded, and she kissed me on the cheek.

At quarter to eight, I parked in the large parking lot at the address I’d been given.
In front of me stood a one-story white building with a lot of glass and a huge, glowing neon sign that read “ BARNABY’S FAMILY PIZZA “

I walked up to the window to look inside and saw only my own reflection.
The glass was heavily tinted, and from the outside, it looked more like black mirrors than regular windows.

“ What’s the point of having all this glass if you can’t see anything from outside “ I muttered and headed for the entrance.

I held up the keycard Affron had given me and heard the door lock release.
I pulled the door toward me, stepped inside, and looked around the dining area.

The glow of colorful neon hit me, and my nostrils filled with the unmistakable smell of fresh paint, sawdust, and pizza.

Tables and chairs were set up everywhere in even rows.
At the far end of the room stood a huge stage with a red curtain.

Curious, I headed toward it.

I caught a familiar smell of motor oil.
“ Why does it smell like oil in here? “ - I thought, stepping onto the platform.

I slowly pulled the curtain aside and, shocked, quickly stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

My heart was hammering against my ribs.
Three huge, terrifying humanoid animals stood there.

They didn’t fit the new, fairly modern decor.
They were old, damaged, with peeling paint. That strange smell was coming from them.

My eyes moved over all of them and stopped on a huge, terrifying yellow bird holding an equally terrifying cupcake with eyes.

That wasn’t what caught my attention though. For a moment, I had the feeling that the bird’s purple, dead eyes were aimed perfectly at me.

Now, though, it was staring straight ahead.
I slowly got up from the floor “ must’ve been my imagination “

I stepped closer and looked up.
That thing was taller than me by a good two heads.

I knocked on the mascot’s hard body, and a metallic echo carried through the room.
“ what a piece of shit “ I muttered.

I closed the curtain and headed toward the break room.
On the left side of the hallway, I noticed a door. I opened it and stepped inside.
It was a small room with a bunch of old monitors, a desk, a metal cabinet, and a chair.
“ So this is my station. Not that bad “ I thought, settling comfortably into the chair and turning on the monitors.

I looked at the wall, where posters of the restaurant mascots were hanging.
“ tacky as hell “ I thought, clicking through the camera feeds on the keyboard and setting the view my way.

On one of the screens, I noticed another smaller, unlit stage standing in the corner of the dining room.

“ I’ll check that later, I’m in no rush after what I saw on the big one “ - I thought.

I sat in front of the screen, staring at the softly flickering old monitors.

A while passed, and I started feeling drowsy.
I looked at my watch. It read 10:37 p.m. I’ll call Susan to say good night and tell her I love her.

It’s obvious to me, but I often forget those little gestures that really matter to her.

I reached into my pants pocket and froze.
“Damn it, I left my phone in the car “ - I said, standing up and walking over to the metal cabinet.

I took out a vest with “security” written on it and put it on.
“ in case there’s any kind of inspection, I’d rather have this on. It would be a shame if they fired me over something that stupid, and judging by Affron… I think they’re capable of it”

I walked through the dining area, reached the door, and pulled the handle.
“ oh right, I need to scan the card “ - I thought, reaching into my pocket.

I held the piece of plastic up to the reader, and the light turned red.
I did it again and again, and again, flipping the card over and wiping it off.
Every time, it was the same. A red light and a short beep.

I felt an unpleasant twist in my stomach “damn it, did it break?”

Suddenly, behind me, I heard a heavy, powerful step, its vibration reaching all the way to my feet, and right after it, a strange, familiar melody.

I jumped and spun around violently.
I felt a tight pressure in my chest.

I stood there frozen, feeling a bead of sweat roll down my forehead.
An unnatural silence settled in, broken only by my short, panicked breathing.

I felt tension spread through my entire body.
“What the hell was that? “ - I thought, walking very slowly toward the stage.

Halfway there, I heard the deep thud again.
I started running toward the security office, while single, broken notes of that melody echoed behind me.

More footsteps hit the ground, this time muffled, without the resonating sound of wood.
I sped up, reached the office, and shut the door behind me.

I could feel my legs shaking, and fear tightened around my throat, limiting every breath I took.

I locked the door and stumbled over to the monitor showing the stage area.
There was nothing there. I moved my head closer to the screen, blinked and…

jumped backward, falling to the floor.

In the middle of the camera feed, I saw the huge, terrifying silhouette of the Bear, staring straight into the camera, its eyes glowing with pale blue light to the accompaniment of a broken, operatic song.

I felt pressure in the back of my head, and thousands of tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes.

I fell backward, and everything went black.

I woke up, gasping for air, my eyes snapping open as I sat upright.
As I breathed out, I saw thick vapor pouring from my mouth.
The room was filled with freezing, bitter cold.

It was the middle of winter, but why the hell did it feel like I was standing outside in the parking lot?

A shiver ran through me, and I grabbed the back of my head, where a deep, throbbing pain kept pulsing.

“ What the hell is going on here?! “ I shouted, tears filling my eyes.

I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the monitor.
There was nothing there.

I glanced at my watch, and another chill ran through me. The freezing metal almost burned my wrist.
11:59 p.m. I had been unconscious for over an hour.

I started shaking.

I quickly grabbed the cabinet door and froze.
My damp, sweaty hands stuck to the frozen metal.

I yanked them away, feeling a burning pain in my fingertips, and pulled out a winter jacket.

Am I having stress induced hallucinations?
This is impossible. - I thought, pulling it on.

Suddenly, all the monitors switched to one single image and blared together in a cheerful female announcer’s voice.

“ Welcome, Mike. Congratulations on taking part in our wonderful game, but now focus, because this instructional video will only play once.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, there is a list of rules. Please read it carefully, because whether you return to your family safe and sound… or whether they take your place after your loss… depends entirely on you.

Next to the list, there is a special wristband with a display that will show you how much power you have used.

At the moment, your battery level is 75%.

The rules of the game are simple.

You must survive inside this building for 5 full days.

After that time, the keycard to the main entrance will be unlocked, and you will be able to use it to leave.

I strongly advise you to monitor your power usage carefully, because every use of your keycard costs you at least 5%.

Good luck, Mike. “

The monitors went black, and the room fell silent.

I stood there frozen, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

“ What game, for fuck’s sake? I’m a security guard. I’m supposed to be watching this stupid pizzeria. “

Is this some kind of reality show?

That would explain the insane pay… and the recruiter’s weird behavior.

He was probably a planted actor.

Why the hell didn’t I read that damn contract properly? - I thought, walking over to the desk and pulling out the wristband along with a crumpled sheet stained red.

Then I noticed there was another one underneath. A little newer.

I grabbed the newer one and started reading.

“If you’re reading this, I hope you accept what’s happening here faster than I did.
Tonight is the fifth… and final night of this demonic game.

I could’ve been on my way home two hours ago, but unfortunately… my battery level is at 3%. I can’t open the door. I tried…Many times… I want to use whatever time I have left to improve your chances, so appreciate it… and read every word below carefully.

The entire building uses 10% power over a full 24 hour period. That means you only have 45% at your disposal.

You’ve probably already noticed they shut off the heat and started pumping freezing air in from outside. Cover the vents in this room immediately… or you’ll freeze to death.

In the metal cabinet, there is a small space heater. If you’ve found a way to cut off the freezing air coming in from outside… the heater should warm this room within 2 hours, and the temperature should stay above freezing for about 20 minutes.
Use it only as a last resort, because it uses… “

The text suddenly cut off.

If this whole thing is a joke… it sure as hell isn’t funny.

I walked over to the metal cabinet. At the bottom, there really was a small space heater.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

I plugged it in, heard the fan kick on, and dry, warm air started pouring out.
I held my frozen hands in front of it and started reading the second sheet.

“ Game Rules:

  1. Never let your battery level drop below 5%.
  2. There are 4 friends inside this restaurant: Barnaby the Bear, Hopper the Rabbit, Molly the Bird, and Rusty the Fox. Keep your eyes on them. When nobody’s watching… they love causing trouble.
  3. Never ignore Rusty for longer than 10 minutes. He doesn’t like that… and he gets nervous.
  4. Never keep the security office doors closed longer than necessary.
  5. At midnight, your friends serve pizza beneath the stage. Be polite… and between 12:05 and 12:07, there’s a chance Molly might offer you a slice. “

I slowly lowered my hand and stared hopelessly at the floor.
I felt a wave of anger building inside me.

I crumpled both pages and hurled them across the room.

Then I froze.
Fear turned my blood to ice.

From the hallway… I heard a muffled sprint.

Growing louder.

Fast.

The air in the room trembled with every pounding footstep hitting the floor.

Something is running toward me…

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u/Aftermire — 8 days ago

The Cabin Outside Pineville | Part 4

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I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago
▲ 84 r/nosleep

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

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I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

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I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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u/Aftermire — 12 days ago

We rented a cabin in the woods near a small town in Kentucky. The locals warned us not to arrive after dark. | Part 4

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

I felt a dull pain in the back of my head, and my temples were throbbing with a splitting ache.
I slowly peeled my face off the hard, cold floor panels of our bedroom.
A warm red stream ran down my cheek and chin.

What the hell is happening? I thought, bracing my hands against the floor.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my ribs and folded me in half.

Carefully, I lifted myself up and looked around.
Through my blurred vision, I noticed a crimson puddle beneath my feet.

Holding my ribs, I turned around and froze.
Red stains shimmered across the empty bed.

The sheets were torn apart, and deep, perfectly symmetrical four marks had been carved into the walls.
The memory of what had happened struck my mind like lightning.

“Olivia!” I screamed, and a tearing pain in my stomach dropped me to one knee.

Slowly, I got to my feet and staggered downstairs.
My phone was sitting on the kitchen table.

I lunged for it, ignoring another wave of pain.

I punched in the number and held it to my ear, feeling the room spin around me.

A voice came through the phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“That thing took my wife. Please... help me. Save her!” I screamed into the phone as tears rolled down my cheek.

“Sir, I need you to calm down and tell me your address. Where are you?” the dispatcher said firmly.

My mind went blank.
My stomach lurched into my throat, and the world started spinning around me.

“Sir? Are you still there? I need your address. Hello?” I heard the voice in the distance.

I moved my leg and realized I was lying on a soft mattress, covered by a blanket.
In the background, I heard the steady beeping of a monitor.

I slowly opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital.

“Well, good morning. You’re finally awake. Do you know where you are?” a smiling nurse asked.

“Where’s Olivia? Where’s my wife?” I asked, sitting up abruptly, and pain instantly stole the air from my lungs.

The smile vanished from her face and was replaced with sympathy.
“Easy. You have three broken ribs. Your wife isn’t here. The police are here, and they’ve been waiting to talk to you.”

“How long have I been here? Did they find my wife?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The nurse stepped closer, her face suddenly serious, and said, “You need to lie back down. Your injuries are severe. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered, getting to my feet and ripping the monitoring leads off my chest.

The machine let out one long, continuous tone.

The nurse grabbed my wrists and shouted, “What are you doing? Calm down and get back in bed!”

I tried to pull away. I couldn’t be here.
I had to find Olivia.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped into the room.

“Liam. Sit down. We need to talk,” he said, and his rough, low voice filled the room.

There was something about him that made me obey without hesitation, and I sat back down on the bed.

The nurse stormed out of the room, clearly pissed.

I looked up at him.
He looked about forty-five, with a scruffy beard and tired, irritated eyes.

He took a few steps toward the bed, and I caught the smell of cigarette smoke.

“My name is Detective Carter,” he said, pulling out a small notebook.

Snapped out of my daze, I shouted, “You found my wife?! What happened to Olivia?!”

“Calm down. We haven’t found her yet. I need more details from you. The paramedics found you unconscious at the table with head trauma and broken ribs. What happened?” he asked calmly.

A painful knot twisted in my stomach.

“Please... find Olivia. I heard scratching. Knocking on the window. I went upstairs to the bedroom. I wanted to grab her and get out. Then I saw it... on top of her. I saw a monster with huge claws. Pale. White. And it...”

My voice caught in my throat, and my eyes started filling with tears.

Detective Carter simply looked at me and waited for me to finish.

I swallowed hard and continued.

“It scratched her. Then it jumped on me, and when I came to... Olivia was gone. Then I woke up here. Please, for the love of God, save her. That thing took her.”

I said it, feeling like I was completely falling apart.

I buried my face in my hands, and tears streamed uncontrollably down my arms.

“We spoke to your neighbor. She says you talked two days ago. You woke her up early in the morning. Apparently you came back from your trip sooner than expected. You were wearing nothing but pajamas, and your knuckles were torn up. That matches your medical records.”

He paused, looked down at his notebook, and quietly read.

“Fractured fingers. Lacerations. Partially healed.”

Then he looked me straight in the eyes.

“She says she never saw your wife. She also said you were acting very suspicious.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He suspects me. He thinks I did something to Olivia, I thought, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

“We came back together. Olivia was in the car. That thing followed us from Pineville. It started haunting her back there. We had to run. That’s why, for Christ’s sake, I was wearing pajamas!” I shouted, wiping tears from my eyes.

“And the so-called boxer’s fracture? Where’d that come from? What, Liam? You beat the shit out of the monster?” he asked, raising his voice.

Heat rushed through my entire head.

I stood up and stepped toward him.

“You think I’d hurt my wife? I’m telling you the truth. Why are you here instead of looking for her? Why the hell are you wasting time? That monster took Olivia. We need to find her!” I screamed inches from his face.

It didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He placed a hand on my shoulder.

I felt a firm grip near my collarbone, and in his tired eyes, I saw something almost like sympathy.

“The faster we finish this, the faster I can get back to looking for your wife,” he said calmly. Then he added, “Where did those injuries on your hands come from?”

I stumbled backward, grabbed the hospital bed railing, and sat down.

“I was hitting the car. I felt helpless. Olivia was unconscious. That monster did something to her. I couldn’t wake her up. I kept punching the side of the car over and over.”

The detective pulled out his radio.

“Can I get confirmation on dents along both sides of the vehicle?”

Then he looked back at me.

“Alright. And your injuries? The ribs. The head?”

The memory of the attack flashed through my mind, and a cold sweat broke out across my body.

“I told you. That thing jumped on me. It threw me into the wall like a rag doll,” I said, staring at the floor.

“We found blood in your bedroom. It’s being tested. You’re telling me that monster made those holes in the wall and in the bedding? You’re sure we won’t find any tools? The marks are incredibly even and deep. Almost like somebody used what the techs described as sharpened garden rakes,” he said, never taking his eyes off me.

I felt helplessness building inside me.

That feeling had been growing nonstop ever since our goddamn trip.

I had completely lost control of everything.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Detective Carter. Please believe me. I know I sound insane. I know it sounds impossible. But you have to help me. You have to find my wife.”

At that moment, a doctor walked into the room.

“Sorry, Detective, but that’s enough. The patient doesn’t have the strength for an interrogation this intense. He needs rest.”

A nurse walked in right behind him.

“Keep my number. If you remember anything else, call me,” Carter said, handing me his card. Standing in the doorway, he added, “Don’t leave town.”

The doctor stepped closer and gently helped me back onto the bed, saying, “Lie back,” and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse injecting something into my IV.

I flinched as a sharp wave of pain shot through my body, from my ribs all the way into my lungs.

Anger started building inside me.

“What the hell did you give me?! I don’t want to rest. I want out of here!” I shouted, but then a warm, almost pleasant sensation started spreading through my body.

“It’s just a sedative,” the nurse said, emptying the syringe.

“I’m going to find my wife...” I mumbled as I sank into the soft mattress.

I opened my eyes and grabbed my aching head.

Slowly, I sat up in the hospital bed, dull pain flowing through every inch of my body.

I looked at the window.

It was dark outside.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding like the worst hangover of my life.

I can’t sit here forever. I have to do something, no matter what, I thought as I got to my feet.

I slipped the pulse monitor off my finger and ripped the IV out of my arm.

Staggering, I walked to the door and slowly opened it.

Dim light filled the hallway.

Absolute silence, broken only by distant coughing and the soft sounds of hospital machines.

I stepped out slowly, keeping one hand against the wall for support.

Every step sent stabbing pain through my broken ribs.

Suddenly, behind me, I heard the monitor in my room.

It went completely insane.

The alarm wailed, echoing through the dark hallways.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit me, and for a moment, the pain eased.

I picked up the pace.

Halfway down the hallway, I spotted a door.

I walked closer and opened it.

A stairwell.

I looked at the floor sign.

Third floor.

I grabbed the railing and started moving down as fast as I could.

“Second floor... first floor...” I whispered, reading the signs as sweat rolled down my forehead.

I opened the door and carefully peeked into the hallway.

Empty.

I moved slowly, pressed against the wall, and hid behind a vending machine.

Only the reception desk left.

My stomach twisted into knots.

If they see me there, there’s no way I’m outrunning anybody in this condition.

I slowly leaned my head out.

Nobody.

I started moving as fast as I could toward the exit.

I passed through the automatic doors and felt the cool night air hit my face.

The night was surprisingly warm.

Filled with relief and hope, I quickened my pace.

Every step my shoes took against the concrete sent a brutal, piercing pain through my body.

I ignored it.

It was a small price to pay if it meant finding the woman I loved.

The streets were almost completely silent, interrupted only now and then by a passing car.

Then suddenly, from a bus stop across the street, I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello? There’s some guy in hospital clothes running down the street. I’m over by...”

No... no, no, no. I was so close, I thought, pushing myself even harder.

I stumbled the rest of the way home.

Taking side streets.

Adding mile after painful mile.

I was completely out of it.

Barely conscious.

I stepped onto our driveway and looked up at the house.

Yellow police tape blocked off the property.

I ducked under it.

Walked to the front door.

Grabbed the handle.

Of course... of course they’re locked, I thought, yanking the handle with all my strength.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

A low, familiar voice came from behind me.

Slowly, I turned around, leaning my back against the door.

Then I slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Detective Carter was standing in the driveway.

“Coming here was stupid. Did you seriously think the hospital wouldn’t call us when a patient escaped? And even if they didn’t... come on, man. You’re running around in a hospital gown with your balls hanging out.”

He laughed.

“You caused such a scene that within thirty minutes of your escape, we got four more calls about you.”

I said nothing.

I didn’t have the strength.

I just sat there, barely catching my breath while pain radiated from my stomach into my chest and spine.

Carter stepped closer.

“Tell me something, Liam. Where were you trying to go? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you came here to stay home.”

I slowly raised my head.

“Pineville, Kentucky.”

He frowned.

“For what? That’s almost three hundred miles.”

“They know something,” I said, flinching with every word.

Carter walked to the front door.

He pulled out a key.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

I fell backward and slammed the back of my head against the floor.

Darkness flooded my vision.

I felt myself slipping away.

Then I felt a hand grabbing me.

“We’ll see. Get changed and get in the car,” he said, hauling me to my feet.

Half-conscious, I walked inside, changed clothes, and climbed into the car.

Detective Carter started the engine, and we drove.

Maybe two miles.

Then the exhaustion finally caught up with me.

I sank into the soft leather seat, and the vibration of the moving car knocked me out almost instantly.

“Wake up. We’re almost there.”

I heard Carter’s voice.

I opened my eyes and immediately squinted as bright sunlight stabbed into them.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

Then instinctively glanced sideways, hoping Carter hadn’t seen.

“What now?” he asked.

“We need to drive to the edge of town. There should be an old woman’s house there. She knows something.”

He looked at me.

“What do you mean she knows something? Why are you so sure?”

I looked back at him.

“She rented us the cabin. She warned us not to arrive after dark. I called her after we got home... and she told me she was sorry... but it was already too late.”

Carter glanced at me uneasily.

“Too late for what?”

My stomach tightened.

“We’re here. Right there,” I said, pointing toward Mrs. Sofia’s property.

Carter pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“Wait here.”

He stepped out.

He was halfway to the house when suddenly I saw movement.

A dog came charging straight at him.

I grabbed the handle, and adrenaline exploded through my body.

I took off running toward the woods, holding my ribs.

Tears streamed down my face.

Every step made my vision blur.

I was close. I could feel it.

Olivia had to be in that goddamn cabin.

I’ll get her out. I’ll figure something out. I’ll save her.

Then suddenly...

I tripped over a branch.

The pain was beyond anything I’d ever felt.

It drove all the air out of my lungs.

I rolled on the ground, clutching my ribs, sobbing.

I had to take this route.

If I’d gone down the main trail, Carter would’ve caught me, and God knows we’d probably be heading back to Cincinnati by now.

I’m close. I have to get up, I thought.

I planted my hands against the dirt.

Slowly pushed myself upright.

Wiped the sand from my face.

I took one step forward... and froze.

I felt myself piss down my pants, the warmth running all the way to my ankles.

Behind me, I heard it.

A long... slow... metallic scraping sound... against wood. 

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