Fiction: Group 3
“... and this is basically everything you have to do.” Sam finished. He looked relieved when he concluded
his tutorial. He then opened his mouth as if to say something, but he closed his mouth. I glanced over at
him suspiciously, but he simply pointed at one of the screens.
“They’re leaving.” he told me.
Before I could say anything, an older woman burst into the room. She was in the same uniform as me, and I
assumed she was a security guard for this factory also. Her face was caked with makeup, hair pulled back in a
bun so tight, I almost thought all her hairs were going to fall off when she took her bun off. She eyed me
skeptically for a second, before clearing her throat and started to talk.
“I apologize for being late, I had some matters to deal with. We hired you for a special reason. One, of
course, is to replace the former security guard. Two, there has been some unusual things happening around
here.” I didn’t like the sound of ‘unusual things’. “It has… caused some quite unexpected casualties.” I
stiffened slightly. I probably did my prayers wrong. “It has been happening for quite a while, and the
previous night have all are gone mysteriously.”
"Alright, I understand." I answered, trying to sound as confident as possible.
After the woman left, I sat down on a chair, staring at the numerous screens. Sam did the same.
"What about you, Sam? Were you employed before the other security guards?" I asked as casually as
possible.
"I... Well, saw what happened to them, but I never could see it clearly enough to provide evidence." he
added, "It's not lucky to talk about that at times like this."
I decided not to answer any more questions, and continued staring at the screen with all the dolls. The faint
buzzing of static screens made it more unnerving. The long silence continued, the longer I stared at the
screen, the more it seemed that the dolls were moving inch by inch. Shaking my head, I was probably
simply sleepy. I looked over to my right, and Sam was sleeping. Abruptly, there was a deafening crash,
coming along with a something falling - I could feel shards of glass hitting my skin. Just as I was about to
reach for my flashlight, a sudden piercing sound made me drop my flashlight and cover my ears. I had my
eyes open, and I swore I saw a dark shadow, rushing away from the scene. When it finally stopped, I shakily
stood up and turned my flashlight on. I shone it around the room, and there was no sign of Sam, except a
lot of broken glass, with a couple of large rocks. I stopped at the wall where the woman earlier stood, now
was spray painted with which I recognized, a bunch of Chinese profanities. I heard a low groaning behind
me, and a small shiver went down my spine. I turned around, and I was glad to see Sam. He was still in a
daze.
We stood there for a moment, catching our breaths. “Sam, look." I pointed my flashlight to the wall with
the spray painted wall. Sam winced a little at the words written on the wall.
“Today isn’t as bad as it was at least.” Sam told me. I didn’t say anything back, with the million thoughts
buzzing in my mind. Oh god, what did I get myself into?
The echo of rapid footsteps was coming closer, and I could feel Sam tense beside me. Gladly, it was only the
woman who warned me about the strange things happening.
She simply took a glance at the wall, and asked us immediately, “What happened?” I explained to her about
the crash, the broken glass and the wall.
“We should find somewhere else to talk about this.” Sam suggested, his eyes darting around the room
looking for any signs of abnormal activity. I agreed, and so did the woman. We went to the convenience
