I work as a security guard for a company that takes jobs no one else will [Part 11]

Originally Posted by: rikndikndakn123

Originally Posted on: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/effgt2/i_work_as_a_security_guard_for_a_company_that/

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There used to be a guard who worked in a factory. There were no exceptional rules, except don't let anyone in without an ID and don't go inside the working grounds, unless absolutely necessary. The guy described the shifts as completely peaceful, with no strange occurrences. He worked there for about three months, when a factory worker came to him, asking to see the boss.

The guard obviously didn't know who the boss was, so he asked the employee's section and went to look for his superior there. Except when he opened the door, nothing was there. Literally no people or machines were inside. The interest thing though, was the fact that the noise of the machines was so loud, that he couldn't hear anything else. When he looked up at the ceiling, his jaw dropped to the floor.

Up there, on the ceiling, upside down, were people working on their daily duties on the conveyor belts, machines, etc. The guard jerked his head up and down, thinking it was a mirror or an optical illusion, but that wasn't the case, because he couldn't see his own reflection anywhere, nor the machines or people on the floor where he was. It was just then that he realized that the floor he was standing on wasn't a floor at all – it was a ceiling, and neon lights were hanging from the floor up.

The guard suddenly felt dizzy - he described it as staring down from a very tall building - and then he got out of there, not sure what he had just seen. He told the worker that he couldn't find his boss and told him to wait for him or find him himself. Everything went down normally from there., the superior came and went, etc.

The guard continued working and is still there, as far as I'm aware.

*

There was a guard who worked in an orphanage. On any daily basis working in an orphanage would take a mental toll on its staff members, so you can imagine why no one wanted to fill the spot when HQ gave information of a vacant position there. The guard who got the job there had been jobless for a while and was aware of the potential risks, but was in desperate need for a job.

The rules were simple. Stay on the orphanage grounds and let the caretakers do their job. At 9 am every morning, the orphans would all gather in a big room. From there, the guards had to put on thermal goggles and inspect every orphan. If any of them didn't emit any heat while the goggles were on – in other words, if the goggles showed the orphan being devoid of the colors which showed bodily temperature – they were to be shot on sight.

The guard said everything was fine for a while and then one day he saw something wrong with one of the orphans. All the others were shown as yellow, red and green with the thermals, whereas this one boy was completely colorless.

The guard was caught off guard (no pun intended) and instead of following direct orders to just shoot the kid, he informed his partner. When the partner double checked, he immediately pointed his gun and shot the kid directly in the eye. There was widespread panic as the other kids ran around and the caretakers tried calming them down. The partner scolded the guard for not shooting right away. The guard told me that he had started to feel sick witnessing a child get shot right in front of him, until the next thing that happened.

The kid who was shot started writhing on the ground and producing this high-pitched scream that sounded like a rat being burned alive. The guard described the kid literally melting, until all that was left of him was a steaming red, gooey substance on the ground. The guard asked what the fuck that was and his partner explained.

He first showed him some pictures of kids, except they weren't kids. They had completely white eyes, pale skin covered in purple veins and sharp teeth. Some of them were slightly creepier, with elongated necks, emaciated extremities or unnaturally hunched backs. Apparently, these creatures find their way into the orphanage, taking the appearances of normal children and patiently await for a naive family to adopt them. In most cases, when that happens, the parents are usually found tragically dead some time later and the kid is placed back into the orphanage for a new family.

It's unknown how widespread those creatures are, but one thing's for sure – this isn't the only orphanage where they were spotted.

*

For Christmas, all the guards in the office where I work – except intervention - get a day off. Doesn't matter what shift you're doing, but by 5 pm on the 24th, you need to be out of the office. One of the guards offered to stay one year, stating that he and his wife were in a fight and he didn't mind doing a little overtime. HQ wouldn't even hear about it and threatened to fire him if he was found on the grounds after the aforementioned time.

I figured it's just their way of saving up some money and since intervention is basically always on rotation, it made logical sense to me. It wasn't until an intervention member told what was really going on that I got the big picture. Here's what he told me:

"Christmas is supposed to be a really happy time for everyone. You go home, spend time with the family, that sort of thing. But over here, it's one of the worst days of the year. Intervention members are fighting over each other who's going to take paid time off for Christmas Eve. I don't blame them. They know what comes for Christmas and it terrifies them."

He took a long pause, staring into nothingness, as if remembering something, before continuing:

"They put four units of intervention in the office for Christmas Eve. Crazy, huh? We usually have just one unit and that's only in case of an emergency. But for Christmas, something strange comes around. The first time I saw it was four years ago and back then we only had one one unit stationed.

It was my first year in the unit and as we were sitting there in the comms room, everybody seemed on edge, glancing at the clock every few minutes. I didn't understand it, but figured they were just irritated that they weren't with their families. 11:50 pm comes and the unit leader says simply 'let's move'. I didn't know what this was about, so I just followed my squad.

You know that building that you're never supposed to enter, no matter what you see? Well we went inside there and the leader led us straight into one of the staff resting rooms, which had a huge fireplace in it. Before I knew what was going on, everybody's pointing their guns at the fireplace and the squad leader looks at me and tells me to shoot as soon as I see something. I was a little nervous, to say the least, but followed my orders and tried to stay calm. In this line of work, if you lose your cool for even a second, you're a dead man.

So anyway, we waited with our guns trained on the fireplace. Everything was silent at first. I heard my watch beep to indicate it was midnight and as if on cue, I heard it – some kind of noise coming from above. I thought it was coming from the ceiling and pointed my gun up, but the commander yelled at me to keep my gun pointed at the fireplace. The scratching from above got louder, as if whatever was there was going down the chimney. And then there was something that sounded like a thud, right from inside the fireplace. And then I heard something that still chills me to my bone when I remember it.

You know how Santa has his trademark 'ho ho ho' laughter? Well we heard that, a very slow ho, ho, ho. Except it didn't sound human. It was as if there were five people saying it at the same time, all with different tones, but perfectly synchronized. We heard another thud before another demonic ho ho ho.

And then a hand came out from inside the fireplace, a skinny, pale, wrinkled up hand, which grabbed the side of the fireplace, as if to get a better grip. You could clearly see that this… thing… wore Santa's clothes, but the sleeve seemed old and dirty. I saw something that looked like additional fingers coming out of its wrist, but they weren't moving like the ones on the hand.

It all happened so fast, but as soon as the hand appeared, everybody started shooting. In a second or so, this creature impersonating Santa popped out for a split second and I saw a shriveled, pale creature with a dirty grey beard and red eyes. I thought it was my imagination, but I was later able to confirm that this thing hands dozens of limp hands, just sticking out of various parts of its body, sometimes as full-grown arms.

Anyway, in that split second, Santa grabbed one of our members in a big, blood-stained bag and just like that disappeared back into the fireplace. The commander gave us the order to cease fire and so we did. We listened as our bagged teammate screamed in horror, while Santa dragged him through the chimney. Before he left, he gave us one final, mocking ho ho ho' leaving us in complete silence. We never saw our teammate again. 

Year after year, this thing has been coming back on Christmas Eve and HQ has tried various methods to stop it. Automated turrets, traps, etc. One year they even put clasps on the floor, to hold the unit members from being snatched away. The guy who got bagged that year – the only thing left of him were his feet, still clasped to the floor.

Why don't we just leave it be, you may ask. Well if we do, this thing will get out and bag someone else instead. Someone suggested once to just leave some low-life scum from prison as tribute every Christmas to this creature, so they may start doing that starting next year, if they can pull the right strings.

But one thing is for sure, though. It always comes back. And each time it does, it has more hands coming out of its body."