CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I got accepted to work overnight. The instructions were disturbing" Creepypasta

Episode Date: April 6, 2021

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I was a fool to think that this job was just a job. Everything from the advertisement to going and actually applying was way too trivial and inviting. I'm trying to tell myself that I'm going to be okay, but I just don't know. I have some time before it happens, so I'll try to explain how screwed I am. In light of the pandemic that's been around for more than a year at this point, I was extremely tied to money. Having moved out of my parents' house right before Corona started shutting down businesses and any possible sources of income for me was bad enough

but being a college student on top of that was absolutely not helping my case For the longest time after leaving California I lived in one of those $15 a night ran down motels while attending ACU and life was undeniably a struggle cheap housing was fine I could tolerate the dank and stained mattresses provided in the rooms, granted, I had been smart enough to take some washable sheets and comforters as well as Fabriz from home. I probably wash those daily because of how hard it'd get in those old,

barely ventilated rooms. The real problem came from the crime. In the city of Tempe, Arizona, there were almost 1,000 cases of burglary in the year of 2019 alone. Now granted, at that time, that stat didn't scare me because I thought I'd be living in the dorms on campus. So, me being a high school senior thought nothing of it. But here I am. Four nights before I ended up in my current situation, there was a case of breaking and entering reported from the floor under mine. Someone was apparently abducted and had literally taken everything.

The only items that remained were their toothbrush, still neatly placed by the sink of the small bathroom attached to the main room, and the key to the room, which had the name of the person staying there scribbled onto the paper tab. Even their bed sheets were taken, strangely enough. Maybe criminals need hostages and clean sheets. Needless to say, that was enough motivation for me to start making some better financial decisions. I went through four job interviews over the course of the next three days.

I was turned down by all four. They said I liked intuition. Yesterday morning, however, I came across a neatly organized advertisement online from a company. by the name of Maud. The bold punt stood out from my computer screen, detailing. No experience required. Great pay. Call for interview.

From the other advertisements I was looking at, I chose to pursue this one. I felt almost as if it was calling to me, or maybe it was beckoning my bank account. I called, there and then, and after a few rings of the dial tone, the sound of a young woman came through. Hello there, are you calling about the job advertisements we put out recently?

She asked, gingerly. Oh, hey, um, yeah, actually, I am. I would, um, like to schedule an interview for later today. I stumbled with my words. At times, I find it hard to talk to people, and the quarantine was not helping me be any less socially awkward. Is that all right? I asked cautiously.

Oh, eager. We now? That's no problem. Can I have your name? It's for filing purposes. She responded, clicking keys on a keyboard. She responded quickly. It somehow made my brain tick.

But I ignored it. As best as I could. Yeah, it'll be Jason, Brody. Fabulous. I could practically feel the woman smirking at me. The rest of the phone call was somewhat uneventful. I was told the job was hosted in a time. town somewhere far from Tempe.

For your own safety, I won't tell you which town. I was told I could show up to their facility around 8pm. This left me the rest of the day to contemplate my decision. I had somehow just then realised I didn't even ask what I would be doing at the job. I didn't ask for the girl's name either. Come to think of it, I have never heard of a company by the name of Maud, owning such a big plot of land out where they were located. What did Maud even stand for? At that point, I couldn't really care less.

I had dollar signs waving in my face, so I hastily went for it. Too bad, so sad, I thought, as I went to prepare for later. I gathered the best clothes I could, and took the evening bus to stop relatively close to the property. Their facility was sizable, reminiscent of an office building, situated out, away from everything. It was essentially a desert, out here, even though the more urban areas were probably 45 minutes away.

Still, there were some buildings scattered out along the road. Maudes, however, was strangely pronounced. Compared to the other dusty buildings, this one looked weirdly clean and pristine in the evening sun. As I got to the front entrance of the building, I was greeted with a reception area. The walls were painted in a bright and reflective shade of white, with black trim which met a marvellous red carpet and black and white patterns hedged into it. It reminded me of a casino show floor. In the most empty and spacious room with some white leather couches, some pillars spread equally across the expanse of the room and houseplants in the corners.

A young, blonde girl worked the front desk. Mr Brody, I presume, called the girl. Yeah, I'm here. You must be who I spoke with earlier, I responded, do my best. not to stutter. Although the girl's facial features were hidden by a blue surgical mask, she seemed pleasant. Her nameplate read Anna, not even a last name. All right, if you walk down the hall over there, it'll be the first room to the right. She pointed a finger to a hallway to the right of me. Much thanks, I replied. By her voice, I assume she was probably

in her early twenties, probably working some lame job to gather money. similar to how I was. Inside of the room was a wooden desk and some chairs. The decorative pattern of the lobby seemed to flow into the office rooms as well. On the desk laid a piece of paper and an envelope. Cautiously, I took up the paper. It read, Maud. Insert the dress here. Room 2.

Good evening, Jason. It is truly unfortunate that I couldn't see you in person before you start. As you should know by now, you'll... will be working overnight in our facility as an overnight guard. As mentioned in the advertisement, the pay should be satisfactory. You will receive $1,500 US per working night. If you couldn't tell by my phrasing, you have already been hired. You will start tonight.

Your job is quite easy, as long as you follow the company rules. The envelope next to this page should contain said rules. Failure to comply may lead to unforeseen consequences for you, so be sure to work diligently. Your uniform can be found on the chair behind you in the corner. You will find your post for tonight using the map of the building provided on the back of this page. Be at your post by 11.30 p.m. tonight. You may spend the time leading up to your shift in any way you'd like.

Do not go down the stairs. Aaron, I laughed at the last comment. Way to be ominous, I thought. It was about 8pm then, so I decided to get some rest in before my shift. I slept in the chair where I had originally picked up my uniform. The pay was enough to cover my tuition in a matter of weeks. No way I was turning back. My alarm rang at 11.20pm.

I shot up, put on my uniform and followed the detailed fire escape route map of the building to my post. Aaron had kindly used the red marker to guide me through the hallways. I arrived at my post by 11.26pm, just in time for me to take a quick glance of the rules. I figured that since I've been hired on the spot, I was in no rush to fret over these. The paper contained a list of 14 rules. The first rules were modest. Rule 1. From a time period of 11.30pm to the end of your shift at 6am, you must walk the ground floors perimeter twice.

You may choose the intervals at which these patrols happen. Easy. Rule 2. From a time period of 2am to 3.33am, you must take a patrol of the second floor, walking the perimeter of Isis as a patrol. Hardly specific. Rule 3.

You will be tasked with observing the CCTV cameras stationed around the building. If you observe anything you would consider abnormal, please use the phone in your room to contact the front desk. They will know what to do. Connection Hashtag 999 I sighed It's whatever I thought

Must be some new guy hazing ritual Reminds me of when my old burger joint Use the decorate for Halloween Oddly spooky I laughed internally Maybe they're just reusing some old supplies from Halloween It is March though I shrugged it off

Taking a look at my watch It was now 1130 I was officially on the clock Looking up, I observed the room I'd been stationed in. In contrast with the other rooms on the first floor, the red carpet that had been present throughout the greater part of the building did not go past the doorframe. Rather, this room had a bleak grey carpet,

a colour reminiscent of wet concrete. The walls of this room were a faded white, numerous maroon stains laid in contrast from the colour of the wall. Some long stains even followed onto the ceiling. Exactly across from the metal door was an industrial metal table. On the table sat 12 monitors stacked 4 by 3. Next of the pile laid a beige office phone. In the corner of the room to my right were four blue lockers.

In the other corner of the room there was a small yellow bin with something black inside of it. Classy. Flipping around, I decided to go out for my first patrol right off the bat. I took the envelope with the rules and kept reading. Rule 4. For your own safety, before it exits in your room for a patrol, look through all of the camera feeds, then refer to Rule 3.

Oh damn. I found it almost comical that this company was talking about my safety, after all. Aren't I supposed to be the most dangerous thing in the building? I'm pretty sure I saw a baton in the bin. I didn't grab it, though. I find it funny how I kept messing up. Legitimately comical. Rule 5.

While on patrol, you might encounter rooms where the doors are open, and people are seemingly moving inside, but the lights inside the room are turned off. Do not enter these rooms. Do not shine your flashlight in these rooms. They don't like light. I stopped, dead in my tracks, almost falling over with how hard I planted my feet into the ground.

I read the rule two more times, thinking I had misinterpreted it or something. I started to feel the creeping sensation of fear into my body. Logically, this had to be a prank. Had to. I had too many thoughts to betray onto this note, but I kept reading. Rule 6. If you are on patrol and you encounter one of these rooms and something seems to be exited in the room, do not look at it.

If you must stare at the ground and walk backwards until you can turn around and get back to your room quickly. Refer to Rule 3 before finishing that round of patrol. Rule 7. If you are in your room and you hear scratching at your door, almost as if a pet were beckoning to be let in, do not open the door. If the scratches intensify, you must ignore them. Do not attempt to look out the small window in the door. It is best if you keep your back to the door.

Rule 8. If you notice that one of the cameras in your room has gone black or has started to show static, you must take the button that was provided to you and smash the screen of the monitor. It can get in otherwise. Try to smash only the screen. The top of the monitor frame is labeled accordingly to where the camera was displaying. You must avoid that area whenever patrolling. Rule 9.

If you sense something is following you, run into your room. Chances are it can't get past the door. Rule 10 If something manages the break into your room, remain completely and utterly still wherever you are and drop whatever you are doing. Do not open your eyes. It will try to coerce you.

Rule 11 At no point before 6 a.m. should you consider leaving the premises of the building. You are locked in for your safety. I sharply inhaled, upon the realization that I was locked in. This was undeniably the fastest my heart has ever beat. I was practically gagging on my own tongue.

I wanted to say something to calm myself down, but couldn't find the words. I managed to get a hold of myself soon after. Until the ground floor's lights shut off, I was surrounded by darkness. I stumbled back towards a few steps to find the wall of the hallway. I was utterly blinded by the darkness. I fumbled with the utility belt in my uniform,

trying to find which small pocket house the flashlight. I got a hold of it after a moment, switched it on, and all I could think to do was look around me. Wide-eyed, I turned several 360s before considering taking a step forward to trudge onward. The light must be on a timer, I thought. Shining my light onto my black analog watch, the time were at 11.40pm. This is absolutely terrible.

As subtle as a mouse, I crept onward. In a foot race, an ant probably could have beat me to the end of the hallway. I hadn't realised it before, but this building was quite expansive. In each hallway, there seemed to be doorways to at least 25 rooms total, and the hallways were probably 150 feet long each. The building was laid out like a grid, with hallways connecting at certain intervals every now and again, making it easy to navigate, since they were all right angles. Having not encountered anything for the first ten minutes of creeping, I quicken my pace to a slow walk. Surprisingly, I made a complete perimeter of the ground floor in about 45 minutes, while not having seen anything.

Perhaps it's because I didn't dare make a sound or look at anything but the hallway in the way. front of me, but I made it back to my room safe. I peered around my room. Nothing seemed to be hiding inside. Stepping in, I closed the door behind me. My watch read 1244 AM. Suddenly, the office phone at the table blared its ringtone. Almost stumbling over from a heart attack, I inched closer to the phone.

I put my hand on the handle and held the speaker to my ear. the voice of a man came through. Hello, how are you? asked the man in a deep and slow voice. Um, it's good. Who are you? Ignore my question, the man continued. What do you believe in? Static from the phone erupted briefly.

Wait, I... Uh, what do you mean? I was sufficiently flustered. What, like, religion? I'm atheist? There was a brief pause. What is your name? asked the man.

He's only cold and lifeless now. There was no inflection left in his voice. His breaths were shallow, like his diaphragm, could no longer push enough air out of his mouth. Uh, Jason. The man's voice became distorted, past what could... Past what I could... ever possibly tried to describe.

It was similar to someone choking or gargling on some thick liquid. It hurt my heart to hear somehow, but it was talking to me through the distortion. I didn't know what it was saying. The phone line cut. It was eerily silent around me now, and then it dinged on me. I whipped the envelope out and scanned the rules for anything mentioning a phone. I read. Rule 13.

If the phone in your station begins to ring, you must answer it. Answer any questions it may ask. If it hangs up before you do, resume duties. If it asks for your name, do not answer. Hang up and resume duties. My heart dropped. I really had nothing running through my head right at the moment other than dread. From the silence came a knock at the room's door.

I flipped around instantly to face it. Before taking a step forward, I looked at the paper with rules again. Rule 14. If there is knocking coming from the door to your room, it is most likely the result of not following one of the previously mentioned rules. Refer to Rule 7. If the handle to the door begins the jiggle, refer to Rule 10. I looked up to the door.

The handle to the door had silently been turning, and I had not noticed. I gasped and dropped the envelopes somewhere on the ground from surprise. I instantly shut my eyes and crouched down, trying to find it by feeling the ground. I heard the door start to creak open, his metal hinges squeaking. Planting both hands on the carpet, I prepared for what was about to unfold. What I felt at first was a strange aura. It became seemingly colder inside the room, but my body remained warm.

strange sensations coat in my arms and legs, the kind where it tingles, and you'd expect to find a spider crawling on you, but there's nothing there. My head felt unfathomably hot compared to the other part to my body. That's when it spoke. Its voice was reminiscent of that

of the thing that spoke to me on the phone. However, it was not gargling. It had the same vocal tone as the thing on the phone, but this time it spoke with an inflection and an accent. It sounded, human. Hey, it's okay. Open your eyes and come with me. You repeated that phrase several times,

and then, almost as if it were perplexed by why I wasn't responding, it started speaking again, this time in German. And then in what I assumed to be Russian, and then in an Asian language I did not recognize and then it went silent but the feeling in my body was still present along with the intense cramping of my muscles I did not dare open my eyes

I remained in my crowd's position for what seemed like in eternity when the sensations in my body subsided I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes there was no monster from anything I could see the door remained wide open the light that illuminated my small room of salvation spilled into the hallway outside. I shut up and closed the door as quickly and quietly as I could,

somehow thinking that it might still be outside somewhere. I don't remember exactly how I felt, but deprived of oxygen from forgetting to breathe is somewhat accurate. I was sweating profusely and trying to get a hold of my breath. My watch read 102 a.m. spotting the envelope on the ground, I bent over and went to review the rules. Glancing over the ones I've already read, I recalled the cameras. Looking on the table, I began to switch on the monitors one by one

with a small on-off button next to the label of where the camera was shooting. All camera feeds displayed seemingly still images of the long dark hallways, except for one, which displayed one room in a hallway with the lights on inside. I figured this must have been the camera. shooting footage of my hallway, and that illuminated room was the one I was in. The label of the monitor read, Hallway 4. Correlating that to the map Aaron had given me, it seems I was mistaken. I was in hallway 3.

Seeming as none of the rules I had read so far mentioned the lights being on, I looked down to the phone to call the front desk. Before picking up the receiver, I hesitated. Almost as if the monster from earlier would start asking questions. again, but I dialed nine three times and the dial tone began to sound. After three tones, the voice of a young man came through. Hello, front desk representative speaking. He spoke with a distinct southern accent.

Hey, there's a... Well, in hallway number four, there's a room with a light on. I responded, trying to keep it together. Almost snotally, the man retorted. is that truly abnormal there were consequences for calling this line without a reason I did not enjoy his tone

you listen to me I've seen my fair share of damn it normal tonight don't you try to tell me he gave in after my one sentence verbal assault we'll send someone over however I don't think that southern ass ever sent anyone

I never saw anyone walked through the hallway for the next 20 minutes I guess I'll figure it out myself, I thought. Before leaving the room, I remembered to grab the baton that sat in the bin in the corner of the room. Before opening the door, I peered out, looking left and right as if I were crossing a street, and I headed over to Hallway 4. Nothing seemed out of place, though. No doors were open, and the lights remained off.

I guess I made it this far, might as well do my second patrol. Through the rest of my patrol, I encountered two other rooms described by Rule 5. I heeded the warning of the rule and simply walked past the room without investigating inside. Those rooms were truly strange, though. Walking past the room, it sounded similar to the inside of a populated mall or train station, where there was a lot of bustling. I took a quick glance inside one of these rooms as I passed it in the hallway. through the darkness I could see movement

but I could not relate it to anything I could comprehend it had the form of a black mass swirling around moving on I found a flight of stairs figuring I'd do an extra good job and continue onward moving on I walked down a flight of stairs figuring I'd do an extra good job and continue onward everything seemed darker down there but it was reminiscent of a copy

of the ground floor from what I could remember. My feet made a small squishing sound all walking. The floor seemed to be slightly flooded by a thin layer of water. I felt like I had a bad night blindness down there. My flashlight seemed to be losing power as well, or something to that extent, because the beam dimmed the further I walked. It smelled of old, rotting wood and rusty metal.

It was also quite humid like an indoor swimming pool. I felt some of the water. from the ground soaked my running shoes. My hands were starting to get clammy and the air seemed to get heavier with each step compressing my chest, making it harder to breathe. I looked at my watch.

It seemed to have stopped working as well. The time remained frozen at 107 a.m. But I knew it was way later than that though. I stopped where I was and leaned against one of the hallways' walls. Pulling out the envelope, I gazed upon the rules. Rule 12.

was quite vague. Rule 12. You are always being deceived. Remember. This left me quite confused. I flipped over the rules paper. Written in a pronounced bold font, sat Rule 15.

Rule 15. Do not go down the stairs. A basement floor does not exist on this building. Upon descending the stairs, your safety cannot be guaranteed. In fact, our company does not know exactly what happens upon descending the stairs. We only know the result.

Thus, we do not yet understand how to effectively combat this. You have a limited amount of time to pray to your deity of choice because you have just entered the portal to the fourth circle of hell. Signed, moored. I felt my legs give out a little. I looked into the darkness ahead of me, behind me and all around me. I yelled from fear and backtracked as fast as I could I jumped up three stairs at a time

and hauled absolute ass back to my room I ripped the lockers in the corner of the room from the wall and barricaded the door I already tried redarling the phone no one picked up I don't know what's approaching me but I can feel it it's different than the creature which knocked on the door

my body is in pain aching and writhing burning. I can sense it, and it can sense me. It's coming to take me. I can see it in my head, dark and disfigured, eyeless, pale, soulless and satanic. I'm scared.

I don't know what to do. I don't understand why I'm here. I don't understand why this is happening to me. Please, whoever may be reading my warning. If you ever agree to a job, It seems too good to be true. It is.