4 of 71

Write now Article Tools

Page 2 of 11

their own separate rooms, with the exception of one or two staff members who worked opposite day/night shifts and occupied the same room. Dave showed me around, taking special care to note the main meeting room and kitchen, but also the bunk room and office. He told me that I could spend the night here as it was a staff bunkhouse and I could make use of any room I wished, provided it was unoccupied. He did warn me that the basement was off limits.

"Why is the basement off limits?" I asked, without a reply. A blank and uncomfortable stare came over him, and I politely nodded my head.

"Front door stays open," he said as he headed out the front door and down the rickety old steps.

I laid out my bed for the night, which consisted only of a sleeping bag I recently purchased as I waited for other "new-hires" to arrive.

Later on in the afternoon, all of the staff gathered for a meeting in the living room. It was a small group of folks in my age group, many of which resembled homeless people with really expensive camping gear. We discussed all of the camper cases all afternoon and then called it a night.

Sadly, I was left in the cabin all alone. There was nothing but the cold wind outside and a pesky tree branch scratching on the window to keep me company. I went to sleep because there was literally nothing better to do.

I awoke early in the morning after thinking all night about why I shouldn't go into the basement. The curiosity was killing me; I just had to know why it was off limits. Was there something down there? Something I shouldn't see? Something Scary?

Five minutes later I'm slowly opening the door to the basement. Despite my efforts, it made a long eerie creaking sound as the old rusted hinges were once again sent into motion. With the door opened, I peered down the steps into the basement, the steps covered in a layer of dust, which must have taken years to accumulate.

I crept down the stairs and into the basement, and in the process, getting a bunch of old dried-up dusty spider webs in my face. If my theory had proved correct, nobody had been down here in decades.

I walked right into what appeared to be a warp in time and right into another door. This one, with a hand-written sign which read, "When the light is on, do not enter."

Some wise-ass scribbled, "don't knock either".

This door had to be opened! I had to know what was going on in this room in the basement. I opened this door without any hesitation because I figured if I got caught, I might as well make it

• << previous page
• 1
• 2
• 3
• ...
• 11
• next page >>

Add your voice

Know something about Testimonials: Humorous stories from of job loss and unemployment?
We want to hear your view. Write now!