So, about 8 years ago I worked nights at a hotel. I was there for a few weeks. Just doing my job, y’know. It’s right off the highway, so there are other buildings around. And one right across the street. Like, this three-storey office park. It looked normal enough at first. After a few weeks, I started noticing something really wasn’t right about it.
When you first start a job--for me, anyway--you're enthusiastic to excel and stuff. Cause you're just happy to have a job. But after a few weeks, it’s like I’m no longer on probation and I get drawn into mischief. Like, I enjoyed digging around in the lost and found. I always wanted to find something juicy. Not just old toothpaste. Or get into the manager’s personnel files. Or I’d try to figure out which guests are prostitutes. I was the only employee in the building from 11pm to 7am.
Another thing I’d do was just look out the huge, plate glass window in the lobby, see what was going on out there. Suspicious individuals and cars or whatever. That’s really when the building across the street started to interest me.
I don’t even think I knew why it was captivating me at first. I kinda just kept looking, night after night, and it struck me, cause I just casually thought, “I wonder what businesses are there.” And that’s when I realized there didn’t seem to be any businesses there. I don’t mean, like, it’s an abandoned warehouse or the office space is for lease. I mean, the fluorescent lights are always on, there’s plenty of office furniture, I could make out plants, looked like it could be picture frames on the desks and a swivelling fan. So it’s set up like it’s used, but it’s just not. Ever. There are no cars in the parking lot. No people moving around inside. No security guards or janitors. I’ve covered my co-workers for midshift. Nothing ever happens there.
I know it’s stupid for this to bother me. But it really started to bother me. A lot. I mean, the utilities bills for a three-story office block have to be pretty high. It has to be insane when there’s no business inside to justify that. And it’s maintained, it looks clean. It’s not like it’s getting renovated. No-one’s carting asbestos out. Isn’t that just really weird? It’s just this big, stupid stone mystery sitting right across from me. And I’m not ashamed to say, it gave me bad vibes. Because it just made no sense.
I didn’t talk to anyone else at the hotel about it for quite a while. Generally, I just did my job and went home. I didn’t have much of a relationship with them. I’ve been this loner for a while. When I’d have things to talk about, I’d want to come home and tell my girl. But she’s been gone for a long time. Ten years now. Makes you think. Ten years feels like just a little bit ago now. One time ten years ago was like, ancient.
Anyway, one day I chat with the shuttle driver in the morning, just kinda ask him if he ever noticed the building. He says sure, it’s right in front of the hot...
When you first start a job--for me, anyway--you're enthusiastic to excel and stuff. Cause you're just happy to have a job. But after a few weeks, it’s like I’m no longer on probation and I get drawn into mischief. Like, I enjoyed digging around in the lost and found. I always wanted to find something juicy. Not just old toothpaste. Or get into the manager’s personnel files. Or I’d try to figure out which guests are prostitutes. I was the only employee in the building from 11pm to 7am.
Another thing I’d do was just look out the huge, plate glass window in the lobby, see what was going on out there. Suspicious individuals and cars or whatever. That’s really when the building across the street started to interest me.
I don’t even think I knew why it was captivating me at first. I kinda just kept looking, night after night, and it struck me, cause I just casually thought, “I wonder what businesses are there.” And that’s when I realized there didn’t seem to be any businesses there. I don’t mean, like, it’s an abandoned warehouse or the office space is for lease. I mean, the fluorescent lights are always on, there’s plenty of office furniture, I could make out plants, looked like it could be picture frames on the desks and a swivelling fan. So it’s set up like it’s used, but it’s just not. Ever. There are no cars in the parking lot. No people moving around inside. No security guards or janitors. I’ve covered my co-workers for midshift. Nothing ever happens there.
I know it’s stupid for this to bother me. But it really started to bother me. A lot. I mean, the utilities bills for a three-story office block have to be pretty high. It has to be insane when there’s no business inside to justify that. And it’s maintained, it looks clean. It’s not like it’s getting renovated. No-one’s carting asbestos out. Isn’t that just really weird? It’s just this big, stupid stone mystery sitting right across from me. And I’m not ashamed to say, it gave me bad vibes. Because it just made no sense.
I didn’t talk to anyone else at the hotel about it for quite a while. Generally, I just did my job and went home. I didn’t have much of a relationship with them. I’ve been this loner for a while. When I’d have things to talk about, I’d want to come home and tell my girl. But she’s been gone for a long time. Ten years now. Makes you think. Ten years feels like just a little bit ago now. One time ten years ago was like, ancient.
Anyway, one day I chat with the shuttle driver in the morning, just kinda ask him if he ever noticed the building. He says sure, it’s right in front of the hot...
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