The milk factory her dad worked in for thirty years got shut down last month.
The boss wouldn't tell anybody why but rumour had it that everyone who'd be working
on January 7th had either left the country or was found dead.
Police said nothing, just boarded the main entrances and windows and left it at that.
Nobody knew what was going on so she thought she'd find out for herself.
She spent a few weeks figuring out the security guards patrol schedule.
Thought it was weird that they even had a bunch of guards there - what were they guarding?
At exactly 10:36PM when the guards were midway around the building (furthest away from the entrance)
she ran for the delivery exit and used her dad's key to unlock the door.
As she stepped in she noticed how well-lit and quiet it was.
Last time she was there everything was at full swing... now everything was silent except for a faint clink.
The noise was coming from further in, maybe down by the vats?
She wasn't sure when but somewhere along the way the concrete beneath her feet turned to thick grass.
It grew longer and harder to walk through the further in she went.
Her feet began to sink into the ground and, looking down, she saw muddy green water around her ankles.
What the hell was going on?
The clinking grew very loud by the time she got near the vats, it sounded like plates being knocked together.
The door was partially open, she could just about squeeze through only to fall into waist deep water.
As she clung to the door handle, desperately looking around for a dry surface she saw a grass covered table
sitting in the centre of the room, there were antique looking chairs settled about it and steaming teapots.
The table seemed to be raised above the murky water so she took a breath and swam for it.
It was further away than she'd reckoned as she just about managed to collapse onto a chair, heaving her
weary body onto the grass covered seat, feet dangling in the air, barely touching the water.
The aroma of tea filled her senses as one of the pots moved towards her and tilted to fill the nearest cup.
Well it looked fine at least, surely a break couldn't hurt?
She'd come all this way and it was only 11:25PM, besides the tea might be nice.
It tasted herbal, earthy, so overwhelming she slumped over.
The cup fell from her weak, green tinted hands.
She felt her body begin to sink somehow and sleepily looker around her.
She couldn't move her head but her eyes could just slide across her face.
They slid to view the chair next to her and locked gaze with another pair of eyes.
A very familiar pair, an old friend maybe?
Everything was blurring together.
The face on the chair over slid their mouth around to smile at her.
She felt at peace as her body became little more than grass and water.
The boss wouldn't tell anybody why but rumour had it that everyone who'd be working
on January 7th had either left the country or was found dead.
Police said nothing, just boarded the main entrances and windows and left it at that.
Nobody knew what was going on so she thought she'd find out for herself.
She spent a few weeks figuring out the security guards patrol schedule.
Thought it was weird that they even had a bunch of guards there - what were they guarding?
At exactly 10:36PM when the guards were midway around the building (furthest away from the entrance)
she ran for the delivery exit and used her dad's key to unlock the door.
As she stepped in she noticed how well-lit and quiet it was.
Last time she was there everything was at full swing... now everything was silent except for a faint clink.
The noise was coming from further in, maybe down by the vats?
She wasn't sure when but somewhere along the way the concrete beneath her feet turned to thick grass.
It grew longer and harder to walk through the further in she went.
Her feet began to sink into the ground and, looking down, she saw muddy green water around her ankles.
What the hell was going on?
The clinking grew very loud by the time she got near the vats, it sounded like plates being knocked together.
The door was partially open, she could just about squeeze through only to fall into waist deep water.
As she clung to the door handle, desperately looking around for a dry surface she saw a grass covered table
sitting in the centre of the room, there were antique looking chairs settled about it and steaming teapots.
The table seemed to be raised above the murky water so she took a breath and swam for it.
It was further away than she'd reckoned as she just about managed to collapse onto a chair, heaving her
weary body onto the grass covered seat, feet dangling in the air, barely touching the water.
The aroma of tea filled her senses as one of the pots moved towards her and tilted to fill the nearest cup.
Well it looked fine at least, surely a break couldn't hurt?
She'd come all this way and it was only 11:25PM, besides the tea might be nice.
It tasted herbal, earthy, so overwhelming she slumped over.
The cup fell from her weak, green tinted hands.
She felt her body begin to sink somehow and sleepily looker around her.
She couldn't move her head but her eyes could just slide across her face.
They slid to view the chair next to her and locked gaze with another pair of eyes.
A very familiar pair, an old friend maybe?
Everything was blurring together.
The face on the chair over slid their mouth around to smile at her.
She felt at peace as her body became little more than grass and water.
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