"Why I REFUSE To Work Late Anymore" (Creepypasta)

I used to work for a marketing firm located in the Back Bay section of Boston it was a small company but large enough that we operated on an entire floor of the building we rented and that I wasn't familiar with everyone else who worked there I started in 2007 as part of their web-based media team for those of you who don't know anything about the marketing business it's very client driven a team of producers sell our services to companies often little overzealously and the designers and developers typically have to work like slaves to meet their producers promises this can mean late nights taking a cab home because the commuter rail shut down and it also means coming in on weekends and working late then - it was November of 2008 and we had a big promotional site being developed for a rather important client I'm not at liberty to give out the details surrounding the project but it's not relevant to this story anyway what is relevant is that the client was pushy as most are and the site was complex so I ended up having to come in on a Saturday and work late into the evening to have something ready to present by Monday if you've ever worked in an office on the weekend you know just how different and isolated it can feel there were other people at first ambitious are merely driven doing their thing but never did our paths cross the office was organized in patches of cubicles we developers tend to be a little off-kilter goofy prone to coming in wearing t-shirts and faded jeans and the higher-ups put us in the back corner so that tours with potential clients could avoid having to explain us in our appearance to them the corner just happened to be facing the alleyway between our building and the next one the back row of cubicles eventually got replaced with an aesthetically pleasing row of glass tin offices for the director of the web-based media team and some selected subordinates but at the time of this tale there was only her dark office and a rule of grungy cubicles were said subordinates vied for leg room with piping and windows looking out at the brick facade of the adjoining structure the lighting in our sectional is often dim my co-workers like to loosen any fluorescence that flickered rather than request a change of bulb my own cubicle was on the far side of the area from the beautiful brick Vista smack-dab in a corner with a set of shelves I only warranted half the space on a regular cubicle because I was a newest member of the team seated at my computer a radiator warming my toes and my back to the rest of the office I worked on this side it was a little after midday when the producer called me to check on the status of the project the nice producers came in and stuck around to show their support when you had to come in on weekends sometimes they'd go pick up lunch or dinner to reduce your downtime then not so nice ones called and encouraged you while they went shopping I played golf things were going well and I told her as much well she began droning on about a list of features I should remember to have implemented I heard a noise behind me something like chains rattling which I thought was an unusual sound for someone to be making which is why I got up after finishing the conversation and hanging up and went into the kitchen area to investigate him the kitchen separated our section from the graphic designer group and was at the end of a large open hall that had several meeting rooms attached before ending on the other side of the lobby with the front desking elevator there was an old freight elevator right by the kitchen side of the hall but we usually avoided it because of its tendency to break down there was nobody in the kitchen but as I turned to look down the hall toward the front desk I saw the door to the freight elevator coming to a close at the same moment it closed completely I spotted a co-worker heading for the lobby elevator they turned at the sound of the freight elevator door shutting saw me and waved don't forget to turn on the security alarm before you leave he said am I the last one here I asked he know I didn't headed for the elevator when I got back to my desk the phone was off the hook I talked it up at the time to me being forgetful but I wonder now if it was something else the line was making that noise you hear when you've left it off the hook for too long so I hung it up and went back to work it got dark out and I still wasn't done so I called my wife to tell her I'd be working late and to go ahead and eat without me as I hung up the phone I heard a creaking sound like door hinges I was feeling a little creeped out by being all alone so I got up and went back to the kitchen area to see if someone had come in if I had and I left before them I wouldn't want to activate the alarm between the cubicles in the kitchen is a very tight hallway which is where the restrooms are found as I passed it I saw the men's room door coming to a close like I just missed someone going in I waited in that spot for about five minutes trying to look nonchalant about standing around like I was trying to do something instead of just watching to see the person come back out finally feeling increasingly anxious I walked down the dark hall and slowly opened the men's room door with the planned excuse of what the hell I had to go and this is a bathroom the bathroom wasn't just empty it was pitch black the lights have been out since I came in that morning and nobody had turned them on walking into pitch-black unexpectedly like that can really put you in a state let me tell you suddenly being blind when you were able to see just a moment ago it was like the air got sucked out of me and I realized I was holding my breath because everything was dead silent and my ears had sensitized in the hope of catching even the slightest sound I stood there a second and then turned on my heel and got out of the restroom back into the hallway where I clutched the wall like I was afraid it was going to fall away and leave me back in that infinite blackness I wasn't even thinking about whether anyone else was watching me at that point I couldn't tell you why I was scared at the time and I just was I didn't like being alone in that office I knew that right outside was a brightly lit city but somehow it all seemed really far away the train station was a block away I can run to it and be home in a couple hours but and then I'd have to explain to the producer that I wasn't done the site because I got scared and she was sure to tell everyone else and I'd be laughed out of the office I flipped the light switch to the restroom there in the hall and went back in the men's room was about the size of two of our cubicles and even grunge er than the alley back behind the office there were two stalls a pair of urinals and a trio of sinks with a wall length mirror I hated the urinals because one was right by the door I felt like people passing by I could see in while I went the other was made for a midget even though I was alone I went and sat down in the stall I also just felt the need to sit and relax a moment I was just beginning to relax when I heard the door creak again followed by footsteps on the tiles I was relieved by the sound because it meant I wasn't alone someone else had come in and all that sudden fear was just me being irrational I cleared my throat a tradition I do to sort of say this stall is occupied the moment I made the sound the footsteps stopped I suddenly felt a little anxious again I cleared my throat a little less obviously to make it seem less like an introduction and more like I just had a bit of congestion the footsteps suddenly began to get closer when it sounded like they were right outside my stall they came to a stop I got real tense and leaned down to look at the person's shoes there weren't any at that moment I got goose bumps on my arms and my heart rolls up into my throat my stomach was doing cartwheels but it went about the routine of finishing up flushing and opening the stall door the room was empty I went over to the sink and began washing my hands constantly looking over my shoulder and around the room in the mirror I went to the hand dryer and started it up and I was rubbing my hands together when I heard another sound right behind me I could see in the reflective chrome of the dryer nozzle the other stall door was shut where before it had been wide open at that point I didn't care whether my hands were wet or not I wiped them on my pants and turned for the door out of that room the whole space felt smaller and more confined as I walked past the stalls I heard the click of the lock in the stall door stood swinging open as if to greet me I didn't look in I didn't want to see even if there was somebody there I just ran the last few feet yanked the door open as hard as I could and bolted down the dark hall back to the safety of my computer when I got back to the desk my phone was off the hook again I could hear someone speaking even before I picked it up I put it to my ear and listened Pepitone would be 743 I held the phone there listening for the mention tone I turned and watched the hallway I just come from the from my desk I couldn't see down it there were no other sounds except the hiss of the radiator in the computer fan the recorded voice played again but this time it was different it sounded like one of those old cassette tape players when you only help a play button halfway down it was deeper and slower and I didn't feel any comfort in it anymore it will be seven I hung up at that point I decided that I did not want to be there anymore and I didn't care if I got laughed at later for it I grabbed my satchel and saved my work just as I told Windows to shut down the phone rang instinctively I picked it up figuring it was the producer calling I just tell her I'd come in tomorrow and finish it that's what I do I hung up and pulled the cord out the phone at the desk next to mine rang I ignored it and grabbed my to get the out of there I decided as I walk that my best course of action was to go into the kitchen walk the long hallway to the front desk and wait for an elevator then I remembered that I had to set the alarm the alarm pad was past the elevator around a corner backed by the executive offices not a big problem I thought as I walked past the dark hall towards the kitchen I looked down and just to make myself feel better the door to the men's room was wide open worse it was pitch black inside again but I realized as I stopped and looked that I had never turned it off the linchpin in my horror came when the door suddenly began to slowly shut as if it had been waiting for me as an audience before doing so I turned away and went into the kitchen trying not to think about the fact that the men's room was just on the other side of the wall from the hallway I was about to go down I looked down the hall at the front desk and the elevator out of there and it never seemed so far away before I took a step and from behind came another sound that sent shivers down my spine the crash bar on the fire escape being pushed I turned 180 the fire escape was located right next to the director's office and was just about two rows of cubicles away from the kitchen area as I watched the door to the fire stairs down the back of the building swung slowly open into darkness I turned back toward the hall and rang the sound of a ding indicated the arrival of the freight elevator and as I passed it the door slowly began to open just like the stall door in the bathroom I heard the sound of rattling chains from inside but I didn't look I was running running for that front desk running for the elevator down to the lobby when I got there I slammed into the wall between the elevator doors and punched at the down button desperately I turned back to look where I came from every time I do I think of Lot's wife in the story of Sodom and Gomorrah you never look back ever the back area of the office was bathed in blackness I couldn't see it at all there was some light coming into the kitchen from the developer area but even as I stood there watching it seemed to fade and become dark I looked at the elevator floor indicator and prayed that the approaching car was brightly illuminated 2 3 4 the ding of its arrival was beautiful the doors open to a well-lit salvation I scrambled into the elevator and frantically hammered at the ground-floor button as the door slowly started closing I watched the encroaching darkness seemed to swallow the office when my car reached the ground floor I was squashed down into the corner terrified that what at any moment filled the compartment and eat me I bolted through the lobby and out onto the street where I promptly threw up grossing out a passing cyclist who yelled words of encouragement as he continued down the street I didn't return to the office the next day I told the producer I'd gotten violently sick and she talked the client into extending the deadline I got chastised for forgetting to set the alarm but no harm was done three months later they reorganized the back area of the office built the subordinates offices tore down a wall between our section in the kitchen and set the cubicles up in a more standard format moving me from my world corner by the dark hallway I never went down that hallway again in the remaining year I was there if I had to go I walked down to the front desk and took the elevator down to a floor where there was a public access rest room much bigger much cleaner much brighter and far less haunted if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter all right King spook creepy also if you're feeling generous I'd appreciate it if you donate even a dollar to my patreon over at patreon.com slash King spook every dollar helps the hope is eventually I'll be able to get enough through patreon that I can do this full-time thanks for watching

Channel: KingSpook

Views: 57,485

Rating: 4.9011045 out of 5

Keywords: creepypasta

Id: vApx1Vihf40

Length: 16min 9sec (969 seconds)

Published: Fri Jul 13 2018