The Move

I’m moving office today. Nothing major – just to another room. Everything’s packed up into boxes…too bad I’m leaving all the people in this room though. The boss said it must be done…for some Prime Directive or something. If I think about it too much, it kinda gives me the creeps. In the past 3 months that I’ve been here, seven people have been moved into the same room. Either it’s bigger on the inside or there’s some creepy stuff going on. Not to mention the strange smell coming out of the crack under the door. Oh well, can’t be all that bad. 7 people in there with me – woo, party.

Time to say good-bye to this room and all the life in there. Huh? Don’t look so sad! You’ll see me in the halls. It’s not like I’m going to die or anything! Man, I never noticed how light this box is. Everything’s coming later…this is just the essentials. No…I don’t have body armour here…why do you ask? So who’s filling in this place? Some new guy? Yeah, let’s hope you two don’t make him run screaming out of the room. Well, with your singing, dancing and random pill bottle throwing…yeah, I don’t forget about that easily! Great though, OK, this is it guys. Wait, no, don’t be sad! I’m just a yell away! And knowing how these corridors echo like Hell…if I need you, I’ll scream bloody murder. What? That was a joke. Yeah…I’m a bit uneasy about this as well. I got the door, don’t worry – yeah, seven people have gone into the room and none have come out. I see them from time to time though.

Yeah, they’re solid…and that’s a really strange question to ask. Yeah, but you’re OK? Don’t cry, I’ll be a call away. Remember what I said, you guys can camp out in my room if the new guy gets too much for you. Nah, I’ll look out for any lasers or chainsaws or lava. Yeah, I don’t think there’s lava in the room or anything. Well, I’m here. Yeah, I’ll miss you too – but I’ll be a yell away. Ok…man, this door’s thick. Thick and heavy and…huh? I need to take off my shoes? OK…I can do that. I’ll get them back right? At the end of the day…OK, that’s doable. My next of kin? I’m only 23…I don’t have any next of kin…well, there’s my Mum and my sister. Yeah, OK. I’ll be seeing you around then. Yeah, OK, see you. Yeah, I guess you can close the door. You need any help with it? No? OK, I’ll see you later then.

Man, that was one ominous sound…

Man…where’s my desk? And why is there no light here? Ah…the glow of an active monitor. That must be it. Strange…no windows here. Nothing new there…but not even lights it seems. Man, the carpet’s wet. Must be water from one of the pipes. All over the carpet as well…must be one hell of a big leak. OK…time to get to work. Man, this is one huge leak or something…the chair’s wet as well. And…it…wait…it’s black or red. Can’t be blood. Doesn’t smell like it. Doesn’t smell like much at all. Let’s see…check my mail…new letter. OK…go to the server, folder for letters…and yeah. Time to get to work. My eyes are going to be wrecked by tonight. Let’s see…what’s this guys name? Alexander Burns and he’s doing thirteen weeks of English…unlucky guy. 13 of anything is bad luck…unless it’s 13 girls at once. OK…going off track here. What’s that sound? It’s not the computer…sounds like some whirring sound. Like spinning blades or something. Oh, I’m being too morbid.

His birth date is 13/09/1985. Friday the 13th…major bad karma that guy. Man…did that sound just get louder? I don’t know…I think I need some fresh air. Man…is it just me or is the floor wetter? Must be some leak, I’ll take it up with the Director when I come back. Come to think about it, the Director was the one who authorized this move for me…something like a Sweeny Todd thing going on here but the company doesn’t sell meat pies.

Why is the door locked? Hey! A little help here? Maybe I can kick the door down…Fuck! That didn’t work…and that sound just got louder. The crack under the door! Hey! Help! I’m locked in here! Hi! Yeah, I’m locked in! Can you get a key or something? Yeah, there’s some strange buzzing noise and it’s pretty ominous! OK, I’ll still be here! Great. I’m getting out of this hell hole. Funny thing the dark…makes you think about things you don’t want to think about. Interesting…the buzzing has stopped. There’s another noise though…like something opening. Coming from above me…logic says I shouldn’t look, but I can’t see much anyway. Wait on…if I use the monitor’s light to see…whoa, the floor is really slippery. Strange…since it’s wet carpet. Oh well…hmm. This thing is heavier than it looks. Now, just angle it up a tad…and we should see.

Huh. Hatches on the ceiling are opening up. Maybe it’s the lights. Hope so anyway. Gotta get my bag for a hasty exit…good thing it’s in the box. Somewhere in here…bit hard finding by touch. Got it! Yank it out n put it on. And now…walking to the door, good thing I don’t have my shoes on. I’d slip more often. You out there? Yes? Have you got the key? What?

It’s one out of twenty? Jesus Christ, you gotta be shitting me. Yeah, try em all…and hurry! Something’s coming out of the hatches. What – yeah, there’s hatches on the ceiling. Holy god on a stick…giant potato mashers with spikes on the ends. Bloodstained as well…come on! One of them…Fuck! Just missed me…but I’ll bet there’s a nice dent in the floor. Can’t see much in the light…shit…no. no…fuck hell no. The monitor just died! How many more keys to go? Shell! Another one just crashed on the wall! You heard it? They’re getting closer and closer…and I don’t fancy becoming a pincushion sometime soon! You got twelve more? Please hurry…I think…

Oh god…that kinda stings a bit. Not much pain…huh? I got hit I think. I don’t know. My right arm feels kinda numb. Can’t really feel it all that much either. Oof…that…wasn’t…good. Small of my back…breath is kinda…let me woo. You almost got it? I reckon my arm’s shattered. Completely shattered. Funny…spikes didn’t penetrate. Not that I’m complaining. Like…I need a minute to catch my breath. You got five more keys to go? Sweet. Mashers don’t seem to be swinging anymore. Good thing…I think. Dread to think what’s coming next. Buzzing is on again. What’s that noise anyway? Not the mashers again…something worse.

Something’s dripping on me. Doesn’t really feel like oil or even water. Sticky…metallic smell. No, wait…um…how long more? Last key? You might wanna go faster…I think there are saws or something. Like chainsaws or blender blades. Something nasty. Must go faster. OK…um, any chance of…it’s getting louder. OK…ow. My arm just started to hurt. I know it’s still attached. Something…glinting. Metallic or something. Spinning as well…is it turning? Something just brushed the top of my head…not sure I have any hair there anymore. Pull it open!

Holy fuck! What the fuck? Spinning blades? The Director wanted to turn me into Hamburger? I gotta go…yeah, I need to get my arm and back checked out. Shit…the floor. Now I can see it clearly. Yeah, the carpet is grey…but all that red. Bits of clothing and bone…Jesus. I gotta get a lawyer.

Heh…yeah, I told you I’d see you soon!