Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2012 23:08:25 GMT
2023, November 11th, The spike.
There it was. Staring me right in the face. It was faint, and I wasn't entirely sure what, exactly, it was- but it was definitely worth reporting to my superiors.
I rewound the footage and recorded a video of the phenomenon. I pressed the emergency meeting button, and sent them the footage from my work station. I waited for a very long couple of minuets, and for once, with baited breath as I waited for approval to report my sightings.
Eventually, a green light flashed above my work station. I was good to go.
I pushed open the door and blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the dim lights of the corridors. I headed downwards and stood in front of a red, slightly grand door. Soon, it opened for me.
I stepped inside to see my boss, Mr Griffon, a middle aged, graying man with light brown skin,a prickly beard, and wearing an expensive black suit, sitting down at his desk, rough hands clasped and looking at me with an unreadable expression.
He looked at me, then the chair in front of his desk. I looked around a bit, finding the silence uncomfortable, and then sat down, I switched between slouching and sitting upright, not entirely sure if I should be relaxed or on my best behavior. I opted to smile at my boss, and waited for him to speak first.
Griffon looked at me for a few more seconds with amusement, then, he presumably decided he had had enough, and looked away as he brought the footage I had sent him up on screen.
He loudly cleared his throat, then began speaking authoritatively and seriously.
"So Mr Smith you believe this footage has some..." He paused as he searched for the right words, waving his hands about slowly as he grasped the last word.
"Significance?" He asked slowly.
I looked up at the footage, collected my scattered thoughts, and began speaking.
"Sir. Well, the footage as something in the top left corner-" I began, about to reach over and enlarge the portion of the screen I was referring to. Then I stopped myself.
"Umm... may I?" I asked.
Griffon smiled.
"Be my guest Mr Smith." He responded patiently yet with that subtle undertone of mockery... or, something, that had always bugged me.
I stood up and enlarged the top left corner with my fingers, then pointed out what I had seen.
"This floor has no operational lights in it very more. It's a corridor I usually consider during my shifts to be... well, not really worth watching too much." I began, gulping. I looked at him with a face that said 'I'm a hard worker, honest! I watch every screen diligently!'
I continued after my pause.
"So, I find the presence in these frames of what appear to be eyes, somewhat unsettling." I finished, standing there and shifting my feet around.
Griffon looked at me again, as if expecting more.
"Is that all, Mr Smith?" He asked me, in a light tone of voice.
I nodded sheepishly, then sat down, brushing some of he dust off my jeans.
There was another silence, in which Mr Griffon displayed his disappointment which hit me like a 10 weight slowly being lowered onto my head.
"Well, thank you very much Mr Smith. We'll look into the matter right away. Your dismissed." He said as he turned back to his computer and began typing away at his work.
I nodded, feeling slightly humiliated. It was just my imagineation playing tricks on me... they couldn't really be eyes... maybe I was just hoping for an actual... something, to happen. Anything.
I continued nodding, then slowly got up.
As I walked away, a voice slowly began to speak up inside of me.
'Come on... those had to be something, as you said, no lights are on that floor... Griffon's undermining your intelligence...' it said.
Well...
"You don't believe me do you." I spoke allowed, and suddenly.
I then just registered what I had done in my head. Well, crap, might as well go the whole way now.
I turned around and looked at Griffon with what I hoped was a determined, or sad look on my face.
Griffon turned back to me.
"I'm sorry Mr Smith is there something your unsatisfied with? Your dismissed." He repeated.
I stopped my voice and body from quivering. It would be worth it later.
"It's just, um..." I began, then sighed heavily.
"Well, I dont think that my finding should be taken lightly sir-" I continued.
Mr Griffon flung himself back in the chair and looked at me with piercing eyes..
"Of course we are." He said with a certainty in his voice, resembling a parent telling their child something incredibly obvious.
"Then-" I tried to interject.
"Look, this will get good media coverage. We need stories like this to keep the SID running, Mr Smith, I thank you very much for your find, but I really must get on with my work." He said, his voice ending with a temper he tried restrain.
I nodded, hanging my head low. Of course thats what it was. I'd just contributed to SID's policies of keeping the Spike in public awareness in order to keep suspense running and the money from news companies rolling in. I'd just made a business ploy. Fan-bloody-tastic, maybe someone will give me a cookie with my paycheck. I left the room, feeling thankful that I couldn't slam the automatic doors.
So, back to the daily grind. I was back in my office, immersed in the static darkness. I checked all the video footage I had left, but there were no eyes to see or anomalies of any other kind, just old, dusty corridors. As time wore on, however, so did the niggling feeling that I hadn't done enough. I could have seen a ghost, or a robot, or one of the aliens that lived inside of the Spike working their way down to the bottom...!
I slammed my head down on the control panel. Of course it wasn't. it may have just been the lighting. It never changes in that corridor, but... sometimes things do change. But, what may have changed?
I still had the video file, so I decided to bring it up again. I stared at the eyes, white and unblinking. A light?
I tried to wrack my brains around something which must have had such a simple explanation.
Lights... eyes... some kind of hallucination... no, Griffon saw them too he just didn't really care or think about them...
A reflection?
My head, resting on the control panel, slowly lifted upwards as I latched onto this new idea.
"A reflection..." I mumbled to myself. I tried different filters on the video footage. Checking infa red, I saw no heat sources. I ruled out eyes, unless it was a ghost, the very notion of which would be ludicrous.
Eventually, I turned up the lighting, enhancing reflections, and zoomed in. I jumped back in my chair a little when I saw what was reflected in those eyes.
It was... some kind of Spectre? The image, was, regardless, haunting. I had found something super natural in the spike.
Ignoring the cynic in me telling me that I'm being ridiculous, I decided to use up my large amounts of accumulated break time to search the empty corridors of The Spike.
There it was. Staring me right in the face. It was faint, and I wasn't entirely sure what, exactly, it was- but it was definitely worth reporting to my superiors.
I rewound the footage and recorded a video of the phenomenon. I pressed the emergency meeting button, and sent them the footage from my work station. I waited for a very long couple of minuets, and for once, with baited breath as I waited for approval to report my sightings.
Eventually, a green light flashed above my work station. I was good to go.
I pushed open the door and blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the dim lights of the corridors. I headed downwards and stood in front of a red, slightly grand door. Soon, it opened for me.
I stepped inside to see my boss, Mr Griffon, a middle aged, graying man with light brown skin,a prickly beard, and wearing an expensive black suit, sitting down at his desk, rough hands clasped and looking at me with an unreadable expression.
He looked at me, then the chair in front of his desk. I looked around a bit, finding the silence uncomfortable, and then sat down, I switched between slouching and sitting upright, not entirely sure if I should be relaxed or on my best behavior. I opted to smile at my boss, and waited for him to speak first.
Griffon looked at me for a few more seconds with amusement, then, he presumably decided he had had enough, and looked away as he brought the footage I had sent him up on screen.
He loudly cleared his throat, then began speaking authoritatively and seriously.
"So Mr Smith you believe this footage has some..." He paused as he searched for the right words, waving his hands about slowly as he grasped the last word.
"Significance?" He asked slowly.
I looked up at the footage, collected my scattered thoughts, and began speaking.
"Sir. Well, the footage as something in the top left corner-" I began, about to reach over and enlarge the portion of the screen I was referring to. Then I stopped myself.
"Umm... may I?" I asked.
Griffon smiled.
"Be my guest Mr Smith." He responded patiently yet with that subtle undertone of mockery... or, something, that had always bugged me.
I stood up and enlarged the top left corner with my fingers, then pointed out what I had seen.
"This floor has no operational lights in it very more. It's a corridor I usually consider during my shifts to be... well, not really worth watching too much." I began, gulping. I looked at him with a face that said 'I'm a hard worker, honest! I watch every screen diligently!'
I continued after my pause.
"So, I find the presence in these frames of what appear to be eyes, somewhat unsettling." I finished, standing there and shifting my feet around.
Griffon looked at me again, as if expecting more.
"Is that all, Mr Smith?" He asked me, in a light tone of voice.
I nodded sheepishly, then sat down, brushing some of he dust off my jeans.
There was another silence, in which Mr Griffon displayed his disappointment which hit me like a 10 weight slowly being lowered onto my head.
"Well, thank you very much Mr Smith. We'll look into the matter right away. Your dismissed." He said as he turned back to his computer and began typing away at his work.
I nodded, feeling slightly humiliated. It was just my imagineation playing tricks on me... they couldn't really be eyes... maybe I was just hoping for an actual... something, to happen. Anything.
I continued nodding, then slowly got up.
As I walked away, a voice slowly began to speak up inside of me.
'Come on... those had to be something, as you said, no lights are on that floor... Griffon's undermining your intelligence...' it said.
Well...
"You don't believe me do you." I spoke allowed, and suddenly.
I then just registered what I had done in my head. Well, crap, might as well go the whole way now.
I turned around and looked at Griffon with what I hoped was a determined, or sad look on my face.
Griffon turned back to me.
"I'm sorry Mr Smith is there something your unsatisfied with? Your dismissed." He repeated.
I stopped my voice and body from quivering. It would be worth it later.
"It's just, um..." I began, then sighed heavily.
"Well, I dont think that my finding should be taken lightly sir-" I continued.
Mr Griffon flung himself back in the chair and looked at me with piercing eyes..
"Of course we are." He said with a certainty in his voice, resembling a parent telling their child something incredibly obvious.
"Then-" I tried to interject.
"Look, this will get good media coverage. We need stories like this to keep the SID running, Mr Smith, I thank you very much for your find, but I really must get on with my work." He said, his voice ending with a temper he tried restrain.
I nodded, hanging my head low. Of course thats what it was. I'd just contributed to SID's policies of keeping the Spike in public awareness in order to keep suspense running and the money from news companies rolling in. I'd just made a business ploy. Fan-bloody-tastic, maybe someone will give me a cookie with my paycheck. I left the room, feeling thankful that I couldn't slam the automatic doors.
So, back to the daily grind. I was back in my office, immersed in the static darkness. I checked all the video footage I had left, but there were no eyes to see or anomalies of any other kind, just old, dusty corridors. As time wore on, however, so did the niggling feeling that I hadn't done enough. I could have seen a ghost, or a robot, or one of the aliens that lived inside of the Spike working their way down to the bottom...!
I slammed my head down on the control panel. Of course it wasn't. it may have just been the lighting. It never changes in that corridor, but... sometimes things do change. But, what may have changed?
I still had the video file, so I decided to bring it up again. I stared at the eyes, white and unblinking. A light?
I tried to wrack my brains around something which must have had such a simple explanation.
Lights... eyes... some kind of hallucination... no, Griffon saw them too he just didn't really care or think about them...
A reflection?
My head, resting on the control panel, slowly lifted upwards as I latched onto this new idea.
"A reflection..." I mumbled to myself. I tried different filters on the video footage. Checking infa red, I saw no heat sources. I ruled out eyes, unless it was a ghost, the very notion of which would be ludicrous.
Eventually, I turned up the lighting, enhancing reflections, and zoomed in. I jumped back in my chair a little when I saw what was reflected in those eyes.
It was... some kind of Spectre? The image, was, regardless, haunting. I had found something super natural in the spike.
Ignoring the cynic in me telling me that I'm being ridiculous, I decided to use up my large amounts of accumulated break time to search the empty corridors of The Spike.