Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2012 17:14:35 GMT
I headed down the empty corridors at a brisk pace. I didn't employ stealth, that would just make me look suspicious in front of the security cameras. I walked down the similar looking corridors for what felt like eternity until I finally reached the actual part of the spike, not the offices that had been built into it. From here, I called down the lift and looked up the dangerous looking shaft. At least they weren't stairs. The lift took it's time coming down, considering it saw seldom use, but eventually I was inside and ascending.
I worried that I was about to be stopped any moment and told to go back to my post, or worse, fired. I wouldn't be able to find another job if I were fired from SID, a company that didn't require high qualifications, but was still important. I'd look irresponsible and stupid and such a stigma would never go away.
As I mulled this over and over again in my head, the lift finally reached the floor where I had spotted the spectre... thing.
The doors opened into complete darkness. I fumbled around in my pockets for my phone, and used it's light as I wondered around.
I soon turned a corner and I subsequently found myself unable to turn around and see the lift behind me, or indeed, which direction I had come from as the corridors branched out here.
I tried using an employee exclusive phone app which would let me view the cameras in my post, but the quality was terrible and unlike at my control deck, I couldn't distinguish what was what. So much for that, if it wasn't mandatory, I'd delete it to make room for scrabble.
After spending a few minuets walking around, I began sensing a high pitched ringing sound in my ears coming from a specific corridor.
I smiled to myself. This had to be it, live or die at this point, I was about to make a discovery which could very well contribute to the human race learning more about the spike!
Calming myself, I continued to head down the corridor, even as tone got higher pitched, and louder to the point a headache manifested it's self. The corridor simply appeared to swirl around in the darkness, it was if there was no up or down, and I became disorientated and crushed as if I were swimming in the deepest depths of the ocean.
Eventually, the sound got so high that I couldn't hear it anymore, and, at that moment, I finally began recovering as I found my feet on solid floor again. In all directions there was blackness. It wasn't really darkness, because I could see the hands in front of me just fine, the light emitting from my phone wasn't doing anything, so I turned it off and put it away.
I walked forward for a bit longer until I saw them.
Red eyes, from all directions, suddenly opened. I stood, rooted to the spot. I slowly looked around. Every direction.
They made no moves, although I almost screamed when one of them merely blinked casually. I couldn't see their bodies.
After a while, I decided to start moving in a random direction, towards a group of the red eyes.
Soon, I finally saw their bodies. White as sheet, even blinding, especially against the black background of my entire surroundings.
They were formless. Monstrous. White masses with bodies so ill defined that it even appeared as though their eyes were simply orbs floating around inside the cloud, with no fixed position.
Looking around, all the other ones were around me. They grew, until I was breathing their very bodies. One of the eyes got right in my face. It was certainly an eye. Human. Up close, I could see it's eye lashes and small little dots scattered around the dots that made it appear as though the entire eye was simply a red orb. The pupils were of different colors, like humans, albeit barely distinguishable. It was rather disturbing, to say the least. Then I instinctively decided to do something that I was glad no one else was allowed to see. I screamed, opening my mouth wide and clutching my head like in that famous portrait, and as I did, I slowly sucked in the spectres.
I blacked out for a few moments, but after a few moments, I was standing right in front of the lift system.
I nodded as the ringing in my ears subsided, and I began to feel generally better. Nothing seemed to have changed. I headed down the lift, wandering what had just happened. The memory, even though it was mere moments ago, was hazy, as if I were trying to remember a dream. But at least I remembered the end, and I hoped I wouldn't die of some disease. In fact, I decided that I'd need to confront a doctor. Maybe go home and get some sleep.
I headed out into the bottom floor of the spike, leaving my offices, and checked out on the front gate. I sat on a bench at the train station, just as a train left. Then, on the other side of the train track. I saw a man. But the man wasn't what terrified me or intrigued me, a mixture of several emotions. Instead, it was of two floating red eyes behind him, just floating behind him. I wondered if the mind noticed.
The eyes blinked at me as we stared each other. Then, I decided to point at them. I wanted them to know that I saw them.
The eyes moved back a little, blinked again, then moved up and down, as if nodding. Then, they folded into the permanent mists of England, out of my vision.
Well damn, I thought.
Spectres are real... and I'm the only person who can see them, to my knowledge.
I could be on the verge on discovering something big.
The train arrived, I boarded, and headed home. I had some business to attend to.
I worried that I was about to be stopped any moment and told to go back to my post, or worse, fired. I wouldn't be able to find another job if I were fired from SID, a company that didn't require high qualifications, but was still important. I'd look irresponsible and stupid and such a stigma would never go away.
As I mulled this over and over again in my head, the lift finally reached the floor where I had spotted the spectre... thing.
The doors opened into complete darkness. I fumbled around in my pockets for my phone, and used it's light as I wondered around.
I soon turned a corner and I subsequently found myself unable to turn around and see the lift behind me, or indeed, which direction I had come from as the corridors branched out here.
I tried using an employee exclusive phone app which would let me view the cameras in my post, but the quality was terrible and unlike at my control deck, I couldn't distinguish what was what. So much for that, if it wasn't mandatory, I'd delete it to make room for scrabble.
After spending a few minuets walking around, I began sensing a high pitched ringing sound in my ears coming from a specific corridor.
I smiled to myself. This had to be it, live or die at this point, I was about to make a discovery which could very well contribute to the human race learning more about the spike!
Calming myself, I continued to head down the corridor, even as tone got higher pitched, and louder to the point a headache manifested it's self. The corridor simply appeared to swirl around in the darkness, it was if there was no up or down, and I became disorientated and crushed as if I were swimming in the deepest depths of the ocean.
Eventually, the sound got so high that I couldn't hear it anymore, and, at that moment, I finally began recovering as I found my feet on solid floor again. In all directions there was blackness. It wasn't really darkness, because I could see the hands in front of me just fine, the light emitting from my phone wasn't doing anything, so I turned it off and put it away.
I walked forward for a bit longer until I saw them.
Red eyes, from all directions, suddenly opened. I stood, rooted to the spot. I slowly looked around. Every direction.
They made no moves, although I almost screamed when one of them merely blinked casually. I couldn't see their bodies.
After a while, I decided to start moving in a random direction, towards a group of the red eyes.
Soon, I finally saw their bodies. White as sheet, even blinding, especially against the black background of my entire surroundings.
They were formless. Monstrous. White masses with bodies so ill defined that it even appeared as though their eyes were simply orbs floating around inside the cloud, with no fixed position.
Looking around, all the other ones were around me. They grew, until I was breathing their very bodies. One of the eyes got right in my face. It was certainly an eye. Human. Up close, I could see it's eye lashes and small little dots scattered around the dots that made it appear as though the entire eye was simply a red orb. The pupils were of different colors, like humans, albeit barely distinguishable. It was rather disturbing, to say the least. Then I instinctively decided to do something that I was glad no one else was allowed to see. I screamed, opening my mouth wide and clutching my head like in that famous portrait, and as I did, I slowly sucked in the spectres.
I blacked out for a few moments, but after a few moments, I was standing right in front of the lift system.
I nodded as the ringing in my ears subsided, and I began to feel generally better. Nothing seemed to have changed. I headed down the lift, wandering what had just happened. The memory, even though it was mere moments ago, was hazy, as if I were trying to remember a dream. But at least I remembered the end, and I hoped I wouldn't die of some disease. In fact, I decided that I'd need to confront a doctor. Maybe go home and get some sleep.
I headed out into the bottom floor of the spike, leaving my offices, and checked out on the front gate. I sat on a bench at the train station, just as a train left. Then, on the other side of the train track. I saw a man. But the man wasn't what terrified me or intrigued me, a mixture of several emotions. Instead, it was of two floating red eyes behind him, just floating behind him. I wondered if the mind noticed.
The eyes blinked at me as we stared each other. Then, I decided to point at them. I wanted them to know that I saw them.
The eyes moved back a little, blinked again, then moved up and down, as if nodding. Then, they folded into the permanent mists of England, out of my vision.
Well damn, I thought.
Spectres are real... and I'm the only person who can see them, to my knowledge.
I could be on the verge on discovering something big.
The train arrived, I boarded, and headed home. I had some business to attend to.