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OH MY GOD I WORK IN SILENT HILL.
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Today, my boss finally brought in the digital camera, so I can, you know, DO THE OTHER HALF OF MY JOB and take pictures of all the merchandise that has to go up on the website. Since he had a lunch appointment, he handed me a bunch of sweatshirts and T-shirts and the like, and told me there was a bodyform in the basement, so I could go down and take pictures there.
So Coworker #2 gets the keys for me and leads me downstairs. The stairs are long and wide and cement, and the walls are all whitewashed, but with patches where the original coatings flaked off. A single naked lightbulb lights the stairwell, and then downstairs the front part has fluroescent lights, and the back is all dark.
"Kinda looks like something out of a horror game," I say.
"Oh?" says Coworker #2. "Here, you gotta see the back."
He takes me around to the back and points to this one random little room -- it looks like something you'd keep, you know, a water heater in or something. From the ceiling, there dangle these little rusty round hoops.
"They look like handcuffs, don't they? :D :D :D"
"..."
"Have fun! If you need me, just scream♥"
"........."
At least the floors were clean and there were no rust patches on the wall. But because of where I was, I kept hearing all the water-gurgly noises that come from the pipes, which always sound weird (it happens at school, in the anime club room, too) -- but kind of get amplified times eight when you're by yourself and stuffing shirts on this headless-armless-legless mannequin. And from the back part (where I didn't go after Coworker #2 left), there kept being all these rattly grindy sounds, which I could possibly have just imagined but HAY.
Yeah, and when the phone rang? Without warning? (Because what the hell, they actually have a working phone downstairs.) I WAS VERY PROUD OF MYSELF FOR NOT SCREAMING.
I told my boss about this. He told me that the mannequin was actually the guy who'd worked there before me. 8D
... maybe I should start taking one of the golf clubs down there with me, the next time I go to take pictures ...
ETA: Maybe I LIVE there, too. The baby next door just made the most gawdawful wailing screech, that sounded like maybe they were torturing and killing a banshee.
On top of the freaktastic laughter I heard a few nights ago, wow. :D SPECIAL WORLD.
...
Today, my boss finally brought in the digital camera, so I can, you know, DO THE OTHER HALF OF MY JOB and take pictures of all the merchandise that has to go up on the website. Since he had a lunch appointment, he handed me a bunch of sweatshirts and T-shirts and the like, and told me there was a bodyform in the basement, so I could go down and take pictures there.
So Coworker #2 gets the keys for me and leads me downstairs. The stairs are long and wide and cement, and the walls are all whitewashed, but with patches where the original coatings flaked off. A single naked lightbulb lights the stairwell, and then downstairs the front part has fluroescent lights, and the back is all dark.
"Kinda looks like something out of a horror game," I say.
"Oh?" says Coworker #2. "Here, you gotta see the back."
He takes me around to the back and points to this one random little room -- it looks like something you'd keep, you know, a water heater in or something. From the ceiling, there dangle these little rusty round hoops.
"They look like handcuffs, don't they? :D :D :D"
"..."
"Have fun! If you need me, just scream♥"
"........."
At least the floors were clean and there were no rust patches on the wall. But because of where I was, I kept hearing all the water-gurgly noises that come from the pipes, which always sound weird (it happens at school, in the anime club room, too) -- but kind of get amplified times eight when you're by yourself and stuffing shirts on this headless-armless-legless mannequin. And from the back part (where I didn't go after Coworker #2 left), there kept being all these rattly grindy sounds, which I could possibly have just imagined but HAY.
Yeah, and when the phone rang? Without warning? (Because what the hell, they actually have a working phone downstairs.) I WAS VERY PROUD OF MYSELF FOR NOT SCREAMING.
I told my boss about this. He told me that the mannequin was actually the guy who'd worked there before me. 8D
... maybe I should start taking one of the golf clubs down there with me, the next time I go to take pictures ...
ETA: Maybe I LIVE there, too. The baby next door just made the most gawdawful wailing screech, that sounded like maybe they were torturing and killing a banshee.
On top of the freaktastic laughter I heard a few nights ago, wow. :D SPECIAL WORLD.
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