BUILDING 75 - Keep Out
This is a horror story. It is often true.
Do not read further as it contains disturbing material!
Every day, on his way to work, the young man passed a large grey building in an even larger field. It was a bit like a hangar on an airfield, but it wasn't quite that. There was a feeling of menace about Building 75, but the young man, and indeed, all the young men from nearby did not know what it was. There were all the usual rumours, but no-one knew, nor what had happened to Buildings 70 to 74.
Ivy clad and lonely at the top of the hill, very few people entered, and he couldn't recall seeing anyone come out.
He told his friend about it. His friend laughed it off, and asked why the young man thought that there was something special about the building.
"Would you like to look around it?"
"I think I've just found an ideal 40th Birthday present for you." said the friend.
"You see, I'm one of the very few keyholders of the place. I can't tell you who owns it, or what's inside. It's beyond Very Secret, and past Immensely Secret. I've never been in there myself and so I don't know what is in there."
The young man was curious.
"Who gave you this key?"
"I told you, I don't know"
"You must have some idea of what's inside!"
"I have no idea."
"You still want to go into Building 75?"
"You bet!"
On his birthday, the young man went with his friend, and his friend took his key and opened the door. The young man noticed the floor was uneven, and he stumbled a couple of times. The air was thick and he found breathing difficult. He no longer could tell the time. It was more and more difficult to catch his breath. He'd had enough. This wasn't a fun birthday present at all. He tried to run for the door and he fell over on the uneven floor. He could see old men in the distance. They were all dead, they were just piles of bones.
Breathlessly he went round all the walls to find the door.
There was no door.
Anywhere.
Thirty five years have passed by in a flash. The building is darker now, and quieter.
I am that young man.
I have not found the door in thirty-five years, but one day, someone will come through that door, and I must somehow get out.
But if you read this, you won't have found the door either.
And you, and I, and all the others, will all be piles of bones.
