(soft orchestral music) - I can only assume this is the beginning of my sudden descent into insanity. I can't possibly be
that bad of a navigator. And yet, I've been trapped
in Ikea for two days. I haven't seen another
person the entire time I've been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turned the place into a maze, get all the other customers out and see how long it takes me to get lost. I realized that wasn't the
case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed. Instead of the exit, it was
just row after row of bookcases. So, I'm trapped in Ikea. The lights went out of 10 p.m. Nearly gave me a heart attack. The place is full of beds though. My phone has a flashlight
on it, but no signal. So I found the bed and went to sleep. I spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. I did find a restaurant
serving those meatballs though. So at least I won't starve. They were still warm and fresh, but I haven't seen anyone around
who could have cooked them. I made my way back to the beds before the lights get out again, since it's too dark to
search with them off. (eerie music) If I wasn't sure there was something weird about this place before, I am now. I walked in a straight
line for three hours before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock
shelves that they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings and it looks like this place
just stretches on forever. Like that scene from "The Lion King." Except instead of trees and grass, it's all these shelves
and tables and crap. I did see a person moving
not too far away though, so I headed over. I thought it was a staff member at first. He was wearing the uniform. And maybe it was. Maybe freakish, seven foot tall monsters with long arms, short
legs and no faces are just the kinds of employees
they want at super Ikea. The thing completely ignored me though. And with no eyes or ears, I can't even be sure it knew I was there. I thought about shoving it or something to get its attention, but
its hands were big enough to crush a watermelon. So I decided against it. It just kept moving along and eventually, I lost sight of it, so I decided to carry on the way I was going. Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I've entered the hard and pointy table section of the store. Guess I'll have to make do with
some bunched up tablecloths. My phone battery died during the day, too. Didn't work anyways, but I still feel like I've
lost some vital lifeline. (eerie music) I finally found some other people. Last night, two of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one
I saw, but still messed up. I heard them coming. They were saying that the store was closed and I had to leave the building. All nice and polite. - [Staff] We are closing soon. Please start to make your
way towards the exit. - [Woman] This store is now closed. Please exit the building. - [Man] I'm not sure which
part of that was weirder. That they don't have mouths, but that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. I saw it when I clear another stand of this giant stock shelves. All lit up with torches and floodlights. They built the whole town down here. Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear, it was the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen. Anyway, I guess they saw me coming or maybe they heard my
bellows a fear because they had a gate open and two
people were waving me in. (dramatic orchestral music) I heard the staff thing slam into the gate behind me after it closed. Still politely informing us
to please exit the building. Eventually, they lost interest
and just wandered away. (heavy breathing) They call the town, Exchange. Because that's what's on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and returns. It's all lit up against the
night using lights they found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people. With regular sized limbs and
a full set of facial features. (staff growling) I've been trapped here for two weeks now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping
track a long time ago. And one guy said he's
been in here for years. There are rumors of people
who do manage to get out. (footsteps) And of people who see the exit, only to have a vanished
before their very eyes. I went out scavenging
for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the
landmarks of this place, it's not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs up a
lot, but there are others. Not too far in the
distance, a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other. And miles away, it looks
like there's a giant, wooden tower where
someone might have tried to break through the roof to escape. It's at least a few
days walk from Exchange, so nobody knows for sure. We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked
it during the night, which was nice of them. There's a telephone on the wall. So I figured I'd try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they were just talking nonsense. (indistinct talking) Random words strung together
with no real meaning. Didn't answer when I
spoke to them, anyway. Sandra says all the
phones here are the same. (eerie music) The staff attacked the
Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30
of them all just asking us to leave the store, calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls
down with their bare hands. Apparently, this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. We had knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades made
into hatchets, a fire ax. One guy, Wasim, even made
a functional crossbow. The walls have holes in them, which I hadn't even noticed before. But they're there specifically
so we can stab the staff when they attack. I took a couple of them down myself. They don't seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as
easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them. We had to haul the bodies
away in the morning. Apparently, the dead
ones will attract more during the night. So we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those
trolley things they used to move big boxes around. So we loaded them up and
took them over to pick up. People just named everything in here after whatever sign's hanging overhead. My curiosity got the better of me while I was unloading them. So I took a look at one
of the more cut up ones. They're just skin. All the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really
alive in the first place? Just one more thing on
the ever-increasing list of weirdness that goes on here, I guess. (eerie music) I've been here for a
little over two months now. Not that much changes as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up. Same story as the rest of us. The staff attack The Exchange
once or twice a week. We kill them and we haul their bodies off. But sometimes there's casualties. They killed this guy,
Jared a couple weeks back. It was awful frankly. (crying) Turns out, regular humans
still bleed in here. Even if the staff don't. We tried our best, but
none of us are doctors. Jared was a good guy. He deserve better. We all do. I tried talking to people
about the stuff they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I've ever had. Everyone seemed pretty down after. Bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids, dogs. But apparently, some of the people here have some seriously odd
gaps in their knowledge. The more I thought about it though, the more I started to
explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all us missing people
is because we haven't come from the same place. Maybe all the people here have come from different dimensions or realities. Sarah comes from a place where
there's no Statue of Liberty. They did launch a space
station where Wasim is from. If everyone here came
from different places, even from ones that seem identical, there'd be no missing persons panic. No mass search. We'd just be a blip. A single missing person in
a world of non-stop news. (slow orchestral music) The staff attacks have
been getting worse lately. Three or four times a week now. With twice as many staff
as there used to be. No idea where they all come from. Or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one
of them during the day a few weeks ago. We had to turn back
before we found anything. The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night. And with so many staff that the body's almost pile high enough for the others to climb the walls. I think we're in real trouble here. I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties,
but the wall's wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks have been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk
of one of the staff in there. No idea how it happened,
but apparently a piece of one will draw them
as well as a full body. Too late now in any case. There's too many bodies
for us to haul away and still have time to
fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect they'll be talked
of abandoning Exchange. Maybe try and get shelter
at checkout's or something. It's already getting late though. I don't think we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for the first week
out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can
I keep getting lucky? I'm only writing this for a
sense of closure, I guess. I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside this place. Really, my biggest fear's
that if I do die tonight, I'll just wake up here
again in the morning. (eerie music)
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