As I set foot into the familiar building I had worked in for almost 3 years, I felt the same guilt and stress every time I walked in. I suppressed like I did every day these past 3 years, and clocked in. It was a well-paying job with flexible hours. I sat at my desk and opened my Microsoft application to see what was on my schedule for the day. It was the same as always. Six files, six targets, six crimes. Crimes I would be committing. This is where that unavoidable sense of guilt came from. Committing murder five days a week and being told that it was good wasn't exactly the most comforting job. According to my employer, I was taking out "dangerous" individuals. I knew damn well that I was doing nothing of the sort. I had seen how things work at the front desk. If you could call it that.
The company I work for is based in a shady part of town. Regular people wouldn't be able to find it if they were just taking a stroll. It's more of an "if you know you know" situation. The one time I witnessed someone coming in, it was odd. It was a seemingly normal-looking person. At first, I wondered if they were just lost. But you'd have to wander pretty far from mainstream crowds to get here. But no. They talked to the person working the front desk and filed a request for a target. That was when I figured out how it was decided who would be murdered. The person acted like it was something you did on your average Tuesday and left. A few minutes later the request was booted into the system.
So to reiterate, this company is built on lies and deception. None of us know why we do this. We were all just unemployed people looking to make a decent living. We get paid well for what we do, of course. But even so, I regret it sometimes. Regardless, I grabbed my supplies and set out for work. This was my life, so I guess I should enjoy it. Or at least try to.
I kept that mentality in the back of my mind as I watched the horrified eyes of my victim staring at the bloody knife I held in my hand, coated from their insides.
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Short Horror Stories
Short StoryThis is a collection of some of my shorter works. These can range from 500 words to a few pages. Some of these may eventually be turned into longer works. Enjoy!
