"Night watchman for the museum - it's a simple enough job" they said, "Easy pay" they said, "If you hear someone calling your name nearby then hide and pray" they never said! The one thing they should have warned him about and his benevolent new employers didn't feel the need to mention it at all until the night after it happened.
Of course he answered the unseen voice - it sounded like the boss, it had the same footfall as the boss ergo it must have been him pulling a prank, right? According to the expressions he found himself at the business end of when he tried to explain himself, he had been wrong.
Luckily for him he'd never seen what was mimicking the boss, never even set foot near the breakroom while that thing had been patrolling the exhibitions nearby, as the CCTV footage showed. It looked eerily similar to something he'd pondered over while staring at a diorama of a taxidermied fox den, this dark humanish stain that writhed if he looked at it for too long.
Apparently that was also a Big No that, again, they hadn't told him. Looking at it means it starts to look back and starts walking towards you which is what it had been doing last night. He didn't know why it never made it as far as the breakroom, his obvious hiding spot. It only went as far as the other dioramas before turning back and walking into the painted wall behind the fox den again.
This he could have accepted, this he could have adapted to and worked around but the final bloody thing they never told him was that it had come back out of the wall at the end of his shift and was now waiting in a painting right beside the breakroom entrance.
It was easier to let them go missing rather than explain yet another thing.
Of course he answered the unseen voice - it sounded like the boss, it had the same footfall as the boss ergo it must have been him pulling a prank, right? According to the expressions he found himself at the business end of when he tried to explain himself, he had been wrong.
Luckily for him he'd never seen what was mimicking the boss, never even set foot near the breakroom while that thing had been patrolling the exhibitions nearby, as the CCTV footage showed. It looked eerily similar to something he'd pondered over while staring at a diorama of a taxidermied fox den, this dark humanish stain that writhed if he looked at it for too long.
Apparently that was also a Big No that, again, they hadn't told him. Looking at it means it starts to look back and starts walking towards you which is what it had been doing last night. He didn't know why it never made it as far as the breakroom, his obvious hiding spot. It only went as far as the other dioramas before turning back and walking into the painted wall behind the fox den again.
This he could have accepted, this he could have adapted to and worked around but the final bloody thing they never told him was that it had come back out of the wall at the end of his shift and was now waiting in a painting right beside the breakroom entrance.
It was easier to let them go missing rather than explain yet another thing.
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