Day 799

The pier at Crimpton-Upon-Sea is themed, it has a 1920's aesthetic from the colour of the boards to the way the stalls are built to the way the staff speak. Everything about the pier is as charming, inclusive and delightful as we wish the 20's could have been. Everything except the beach beneath it.

The underside of the pier is blocked by a sturdy metal fence that allows absolutely no access from the beach. Still, there's a metal door in the rocky cliffs where the pier meets the mainland but no visible access point to it. Every day there is an employee, dressed like all the others, guarding the door. They never speak or move, only standing there with their arms crossed from midnight to the shift change the following midnight.

There are never repeated employees guarding the door under the pier, a group of inquisitive local youths have taken to documenting each different face for a blog of their own cleverly titled "Piers Watch". They try to note down the unusual things about the employees as well, the little things like how they never blink or how some of them stop breathing for most of their shift until someone asks if they're alright.

If anything worries a human it's seeing another human who is just different enough that you can tell that they aren't human at all. It gives reason to distrust the individual, after all we only know how other humans might behave and if they aren't human then who knows what they will do? In this case they are guarding something so important they risk outing themselves as Something Else every day.

There is always a new member of staff watching the door, how many of these beings are there?