Day 474

There was an old office block in the rundown side of town.
Teens would go there all the time to hang out, get high and try to find the door to the fifth floor.
So far the fourth floor seemed to be nothing but dead ends and rusty filing cabinets.

Some of the more adventurous ones began to map the building out.
Each floor had a prime number of rooms  - 31, 37, 41 and 43 so far, somehow.
It meant that the fifth floor should have 47 rooms and one of them was legendary.

Apparently that room (that break room specifically) had a machine full of stolen gold.
Of course as nobody had found the door to the fifth floor it remained pure rumour.
Until someone found an open vent with a ladder and heard faint voices from above.

They crawled up the ladder, through a maze of vents, mapping each turn as the voices grew louder.
By the time they reached the end and peered through the grating an argument was in progress.
The three voices had very differing opinion on the people below them.

Voice 1 wanted them gone, wanted to frighten them away from "home".
Voice 2 loved the liveliness the living brought and "needed" them to stay but never said why
The third voice was very close to the vent and only breathed heavily, occasionally shrieking.

It seemed to disagree with them both, called for blood.
By this point the person hiding in the vent was shaking teeth chattering in fear at their plans.
The third voice screamed at the others to be silent, hissed something to them.

Their arguing was now whispered, they seemed to be moving away from the vent.
The hiding teen tried to crawl back only to find the way closed, a solid wall behind them.
As they pushed their foot against the wall as quietly as they could the grating moved.

They cringed as it hit the tiled floor with a loud crash, throwing up flecks of rust in its wake.
Even the air seemed to still as they waited for the voices to return and find them.
The only sound was the muffled laughter and music coming from the floor below.

Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen and twenty minutes passed as they silently waited.
The voices seemed to have gone for the time being.
They slowly moved out of the vent, the voices assumed to be their imagination gone wild.

Floor five was vastly different from the others, it looked so much cleaner than the others.
There were hints of rust around the vents and other metallic surfaces but the furniture looked new.
Room by room they searched for the machine full of gold, mapping it as they went.

They had a system of codes that dictated exactly what was in each room.
From broken filing cabinets to cushions to mould on the walls, everything was there.
Everything but the gold though they'd only just begun their search.

According to their watch they'd been looking for almost three hours now and found nothing.
They decided to bring a team with them tomorrow and continue the hunt.
If anything it would at least give them fodder to distract the blood thirsty voices.