While he couldn't be explicitly certain that he wasn't being followed, the way his footsteps reverberated off of the slightly mouldy tiles sure made it sound like he was being followed. It was at least partially his own fault for accepting the job to begin with - they called it "roaming security" which sounded nicer than simply telling him he was meant to do the work of four regular night guards in the space of about eight hours.
At least the routine was consistent enough - a one hour circuit per stop and an hour to travel between each. His locations varied from time-to-time but for this week at least he was set to go between two golf courses, a mid-sized warehouse and a water park. The latter was the worst one of them all.
Sure it felt creepy to drive around the empty greens and the overstocked shelves but something about walking between the black pools and silent slides set off some primal fear in him and made his mind scream that there were things in the water that were following him.
The indoor pools were the peak of all his fears for the night and with every echoed step he'd swing his flashlight around as if he'd catch whatever might be following him mid-step. As if he'd know what to do if he actually saw even half the things his mind conjured up.
He felt the blood freeze in his veins when a distinct splash came from somewhere closely behind him.
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