I work at a storage compound. Although instead of canned goods, this one contains mannequins and wax models. I was on the late shift, storing an order for mannequins to be delivered to some high-end clothing store or something. I was getting the last one from one of the containers when it got really stuffy. I thought maybe the AC was off. It was cramp and pretty dim with only the light from the storage compound illuminating the container. I was surrounded by mannequins and wax models that looked real, only then did I realize that this was a shitty job. They always seemed to stare at me, following me wherever I went, although that maybe my paranoia acting up. The heat didn't help with that. I shouted to one of my co-worker "Can you turn on the AC? It's too hot in here!" but then I realized, the AC was on. The loud sounds of the AC can be heard, so, why was it so hot? I looked around and my heartbeat stopped. The wax models were breathing.
[Author's Note: This one is maybe a bit shitty, but I thought of it when I was tired and decided it was good enough]
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ZeMajor's Scary Shorts: For Those Who Don't Want To Sleep
Kinh dịThis is my first book, so please tell me how to improve, just don't be a dick about it. Anyway, I thought I try my hand with creepy tales.
