I work as a security guard for a company that takes jobs no one else will [Part 10]

Originally Posted by: rikndikndakn123

Originally Posted on: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/e5qse0/i_work_as_a_security_guard_for_a_company_that/

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This story is from one of the intervention members and is related to the story of one of those black-eyed people that I mentioned earlier. The guy who told me this is known to others simply as Survivor. Apparently he's been on dozens of suicide missions and saw a change of four full teams, being the sole survivor on the squad of every mission. When I met him, he turned out not to be the burly, bald, scar-ridden tough guy I had imagined. Instead he looked like your average Joe - athletic build, kind eyes, approachable personality. He lit a cigarette as he told me his story:

"Heard you met one of those black-eyed people a while ago. Good thing you didn't make the same mistake that one guard made a few years back and led them out. They're nasty when they're off their leashes.

So about that story. A few years back we got a call from HQ to immediately go to the site where you worked and investigate. When we got there, the higher-ups were already there, questioning the guard. More like interrogating. The guard was in a panicked state, rambling about his partner having black eyes. His partner was right there though, and was just as confused as we were.

From his incoherent speech, we figured that the black-eyed entity, who posed as his partner suggested they go out for a quick whiff of fresh air. The guard agreed, even though he had a bad feeling the whole time. See, that's the one thing that happens often with these black-eyed people. You get a terrible, nagging feeling, but you just can't figure out why or what it is. You also don't realize that they have black eyes for some reason, until it's too late.

So apparently, they went out and the black eyed man just smiled and thanked the guard for escorting him to the exit, before walking away. The rules were never to go out during shift of course, so the guard was put into disciplinary and we were sent to go after the escaped entity.

Just an hour later we got intel that he was in a nearby motel. This was bad for us, because what happens is, those things feed on other people. And I don't mean kill them. They do something to you, suck the life out of you and get stronger, while you live out the rest of your days as a vegetable. We hoped that the thing hadn't attacked anyone before we arrived.

The receptionist was just as panicked as the guard and called the cops, so that's how the company found the target. We evacuated everyone under the excuse that there's a dangerous criminal in one of the rooms and went upstairs.

The negotiator knocked on the door, presenting himself as an employee of the motel and asking him to open the door. See the thing is, these guys are not so dangerous if you can get them to open the door willingly. But if they don't… well, let's just say that sending an armored vehicle against them still poses a threat to the driver.

So anyway, the guy on the other side of the door answers, asking who it is. He sounds like a normal human male, nothing suspicious. But after a moment of debating, decides he wants to be left alone. He was probably suspicious, knew that someone would go after him. Anyway, the negotiator steps back, we break the door down forcefully and throw in a tear gas grenade.

The tear gas itself is so strong, that no one could take even a whiff of it without being affected. Hell, one of my former unit members had a faulty gas mask and started vomiting just two seconds in. But not the black-eyed people.

We burst inside, pointing guns at the guy who looked exactly like the guard we saw earlier, save for the black eyes. And he's just standing there, staring at us through the gas, bemused and unaffected, black eyes reflecting from our flashlights. Without thinking, we open fire and he flinches as the bullets pierce his body, but continues standing.

And then he opens his mouth, so widely that his jaw unhinges and his lips tear at the edges all the way to the ears. All of a sudden instead of human teeth there's a row of spikes and some spindly, spider-like appendages grow out of it's back with a loud, bone-cracking and gurgling sound.

We keep firing, but the thing impales our men one by one with those spider legs. In seconds, only two of us remained and the thing grabbed the other guy and bit his head off whole like it was no more than a piece of tender meat. Somehow I found myself on the ground and without ammo, so I pulled out my pistol and held it trained at the thing. I didn't want to shoot. Somehow I thought that would anger it.

It turned towards me and got so close that the nuzzle of my gun was touching its forehead. It drooled all over the floor, saliva and blood mixed in its mouth and I remember recognizing malice and hunger in its eyes as it stared at me like I was its next meal. I remember contemplating blowing my own brains out before it could do whatever to me.

And then more gunshots, from the armored guys and the thing jumped out of the window. I quickly got up when the guys stopped shooting and went for the window, but it was already on the other side of the street, scurrying with its spider legs so quickly that I thought to myself: holy fuck, I'm lucky to be alive. The commander of the armored unit simply approached me and said 'Surprise, surprise, Survivor survives again.

The black-eyed creature was located weeks later in a remote village, where it had been killing its people one by one in secret, getting stronger. The team that was dispatched to kill it was ordered to keep things quiet, but I doubt that was the case with all the explosives and firepower they used, ha. They practically had to use antitank missiles to kill it. Anyway, they killed the thing finally, but not before it took down two more of our men. And that's that."

He finished his cig by now, so he lit another one. I remember being amazed at how calm he was talking about his near-death experience at the hands of this monster.

"Do any of your experiences from past missions ever haunt you?" – I asked.

He shook his head:

"Nah. If you let it get to you in this line of work, you don't last for too long."

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A new recruit joined our company recently and was stationed at a park for a while. The place was rarely traversed by people even during daytime, due to dangerous trails and stories about the place being haunted. The rookie told me about his time there and while on most nights he said he'd see nothing, there were occasions where he would shit his pants.

For instance, when patrolling, it was a common rule that guards should never walk off trail. The rookie said the first time something happened, it was like this. He was walking on the trail and all was quiet, when he heard bare footsteps on crunchy leaves in the dark.

He stopped and pointed his flashlight, but nothing was there. He took a few more steps and again, more footsteps and the sound of leaves shuffling came from behind him. He turned around again and saw nothing yet again.

But then as he moved his flashlight to the right, he saw something that looked like an emaciated man with no clothes, running just out of the reach of the torch beam, disappearing in the dark again. This would happen every time his torch would get in contact with someone – for a split second he'd see a nude person before they ran off, too fast to be tracked or to get a better look.

The rookie continued patrolling, on edge and ready to shoot. When he heard the footsteps again, he turned around and managed to illuminate one of those people. Except this time, the person he illuminated didn't move and instead peeked from behind a tree, as if playing hide and seek. He recognized that it was a woman with long, greasy hair and baggy eyes. She looked like she had been in the wilderness without food and water for a while and on the verge of dying.

They stared at each other for a while and then… she opened her mouth and started screaming. Except it wasn't really screaming, but more of a croaking sound, as if the woman had lost her voice. The rookie fired a few shots and started running and the croaking followed him for a good five minutes, never going quieter or louder. He said it was as if she was maintaining the same distance from him the entire time. She didn't stop even once to breathe in during this entire time, but instead just continued croaking continuously.

Just before he reached the guardhouse, the croaking was heard right in his ear, before it stopped completely. The emaciated people were gone and he was safe. The rest of the night was quiet.

Although I can see it troubles him, he seems determined to continue working. He was transferred from the place recently, so now he works in a more relaxing environment (if you can call it that). 

From time to time, he wakes up at night when he hears a loud croaking in his ear, he says, but finds no one around.