Corporatehorror Stories

CLOCKED OUT Your time is their money. Your mind is their asset. [THRILLER / PSYCHOLOGICAL / CORPORATE HORROR] Thirty years. Sixty-thousand hours. That's how much of his life Arthur Miller traded for a beige cubicle, a mediocre 401(k), and a gold-plated watch that stopped ticking the exact moment he received it. For three decades, Arthur was the perfect corporate zombie-invisible, compliant, and numb. He thought he was just a tiny, forgotten cog in the multi-billion-dollar machine of Apex Financial. He was wrong. Triggered by a sudden panic attack on his 30th work anniversary, Arthur decides to do the math on his life. But when he audits his own digital footprint and keystroke logs, he uncovers a terrifying anomaly: every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon for the last fifteen years is a complete black hole. The data is there, encrypted at a military grade, but Arthur has absolutely no memory of those hours. To his brain, those afternoons never happened. As Arthur digs deeper into the dark sub-basements of Apex Financial, he realizes his mind hasn't just been wandering-it's been hijacked. The company has been using his compliance, his clearance, and his literal consciousness to sign off on global crimes while he was "clocked out." Now that Arthur is finally awake, he wants his time back. And a man who realizes he has already lost his entire life is the most dangerous asset on the payroll.

"The Plant is not a place; it is an organism." Eight levels. Eight stories. One concrete memory failing at 324 beats per minute. Or maybe less. It depends on who is staring at the terminal. You can enter from the Foundations, where the concrete drinks blood like it's parched, or watch the monolith from the Outside. The elevator is broken, time is a glitch, and the bureaucracy at Level +1 is producing paper while the heart at Level -1 is dying. Read it in any order. Choose your floor. Survive the architecture. Italian Edition available here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/410199952-la-centrale

At a forgotten 24-hour gas station built over the ruins of something older, night shift worker Nate expects boredom, not reality breaking apart. But something beneath the building never stayed buried. When flickering lights, phantom customers, and impossible glitches start bleeding into his shift, Nate assumes he's just exhausted-until the station begins to respond like it's alive. Doors open to nothing. Radios whisper warnings. Freezers breathe cold like lungs. And something in the dark keeps calling him by name. As corporate "inspectors" arrive to quietly shut the place down, Nate learns the truth: the gas station isn't haunted by ghosts-it's anchored to a buried site where people were erased, not dead, and the system above has been covering it up for decades. Now the past is leaking through the walls. And Nate is the only thing keeping it contained... or letting it out.

They said ambition was dangerous - they never said why. After the sudden death of the company's legendary boss, an intern is "chosen" as the new CEO. But the office hides something ancient and hungry... and the title "Mr CEO" is a curse that demands blood. How far will he go to keep the power - and the monster inside him quiet?

Only for the Summer is a quiet corporate horror about policy, comfort, and the danger of being taken literally. In an unseasonably warm May, Bob, the only man in his department, casually admits during a performance check in that he envies his female coworkers. Their lighter business attire seems better suited to the rising heat. Days later, management announces a new "comfort equity initiative." Effective June 1, all employees in the department must follow the women's dress code. A stipend will cover wardrobe and salon expenses. The department is pioneering the program. Bob assumes it is temporary. Only for the summer. Unable to justify quitting due to rent, insurance, and a stagnant job market, he complies. At Muriel's Boutique and Salon, he is issued a full wardrobe and "complete compliance" treatment under company guidelines. What begins as discomfort gradually becomes relief. The lighter fabrics solve the heat problem. The bra becomes necessary. The corrections from coworkers feel like support. By midsummer, he moves through the office with ease. As summer wanes, Bob expects the policy to revert. Instead, in a calm meeting with HR, he is reminded that the initiative was built on his own words. He said he envied them. Equity required alignment. There was never an end date. Fully integrated and financially dependent on the stability the company provides, Bob returns to Muriel's for fall fabrics. The building remains warm. Comfort, after all, is now policy.