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As usual we were busy with something long after most others had left the lab. I was sitting at my desk, arms crossed, chewing on the tip of my pencil when the phone rang.


‘Tyler come out here for a minute, some shit’s up’

It was Frederickson, and he said the s word, so some s definitely was up. I dropped my pencil and headed out the lab to find a pissed-off looking Frederickson and a confused Bailey stepping out of Frederickson’s lab.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Come see for yourself’

I followed the two men to the pantry. The door was left open, as always, but the lights were already switched on. And when I reached the pantry, it took me all of two seconds to realized what I was looking at.

Every single thing in the pantry had been turned upside down and faced the wrong way. The table was upside down, the cups, the microwave, the chairs. Hell, even the refrigerator stood on it’s head, it’s doors against the wall!

‘What in the world…’ was all I could manage as I tried to imagine flipping the refrigerator in the most efficient way.

‘Someone’s up to no good, and I don’t like it. I’ve called security and they should-‘

‘Dr Frederickson, what seems to be the problem?’ came a voice from down the corridor. It was one of the guards, Shane or something, and he was running to us.

‘Well have a look for yourself,’ Frederickson said as he gestured an arm to the pantry.

The guard stood there with his mouth open before he blinked and started stammering, before finally speaking intelligibly.

‘Doctors I can assure you the only people in this building right now are the three of you, myself, Connor at the lobby and Dr Wang at Processing. The staircases and other entrances are locked and the only way up is by the lift. If anyone had any reason to use the lift in the first place, they’d have to go past us at least. Connor and myself, that is,’

‘Well that’s all and good but like it or not somebody’s here and they’re up to some mischief. You need to do something about it,’

‘Y-yes doctor, right away. If you three gentlemen could stay here, on this floor, for awhile more. I’m calling lockdown,’

The guard walked away whilst pulling out his walkie, and I could hear him relaying instructions to someone on the other end.

‘Hey Bailey, you okay?’ I asked

‘Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m… Man, it’s just so weird! I mean… the fridge?! Why the heck… I mean?’ he still look kinda confused, but he was okay.

It was a long night, with lockdown and security checking every room, reviewing the tapes and God knows what else. There was no trace of any outsider in the complex, and when the light in the pantry was last switched on, everything was normal. In the few hours between that and Bailey’s discovery, there was nothing but darkness in the room. No one entered, no one left. I wonder what we would have seen had the security camera in the pantry been fitted with night-vision capabilities…

And I found it strange that I wasn’t surprised they couldn’t find a culprit. It’s as if a part of me knew that there was something… unnatural about what had happened that night.

When I finally got home my wife looked at me expectantly; I told her they couldn’t find anything and she looked as confused as Bailey had been.

‘If it was a prank, then wow, must’ve been really hard to pull off like that! You scientist people…’ I put my arm around her as she trailed off, taking in the warmth of her body, forcing my mind to abandon its speculations and questions.

I was tired to work the next day but the news of last night’s incident had put everyone in some sort of buzz, and that sorta woke me up a little. I didn’t expect a bunch of grown-ups to be so interested in something like that but… hey, I guess my wife was right. We scientist people are a weird bunch. ALl throughout the day I could catch people talking about the fridge or the camera, of how they could do it in five minutes… Needless to say I was glad when the end of the workday came and with it everybody’s departure. It was a Friday and I wanted to get some work done before the weekend. The little hiccups in the last two days had put me back a little and I was all but thankful that my wife was understanding.

That night I was the last one left at Complex C, and every one of my colleagues from the same floor who was about to leave tried to convince me to leave too, but I really had to finish some stuff up. Frederickson was the last to go. ‘Call me if you need anything,’ was what he said before he left. Fred’s my close friend and all and of course I would go to him if I needed something, but it was unusual for him to say something like that. We usually parted on a casual note, a simple ‘See ya’ or ‘Drive safe’.

I didn’t want to think too much into it, but I just got the feeling that he thought something was up. To be honest I wasn’t all that comfortable being there all by myself but I pushed those thoughts out.

Somewhere around 7 my stomach started to growl. I paused and considered what to do, before deciding to down a few cookies and then getting back to work till my sugar rush crashed. That would give me about an hour, which was perfect. I was really quite pleased with this decision of mine and headed straight for the pantry.

I was already salivating when I reached the pantry, casually flicked on the light, and felt myself go cold.



I’ve worked here for quite some time now, it’d be 10 years, 3 months and 5 days tomorrow. I’ve enjoyed almost every moment here, but my time has not been without… incident.

My lab is on the fortieth floor of Complex C, the first block you hit when you walk across the North Bridge from the Main Block. It’s a simple looking complex, a rectangular block, with the lift shaft running through the centre. Exit the lift, second door to your right is where you’ll find me hard at work most of the time. the other two rooms along the corridor as well as the five at the next right turn serve other purposes that do us no benefit to mention here. 

But exit the elevator and take a left, then another, and then go straight to the end of the hall and you’ll reach what used to be our pantry. Well initially there was no reason why it should not be our pantry. It was a regular-sized room, like all the end-of-the-corridor rooms, had lighting, air conditioning, plumbing… Everything was normal by any standard. And it stayed like that, mind you, for a good part of it’s service. Say, 9 years? 2 of which were before I joined this brilliant company.

I would not think that such an ordinary room could be a source of such excitement and terror, but I was to find out otherwise alright.

It started somewhere towards the end of October, 1994. As usual many of us would be at work till late, engrossed in our research. It was a chilly night, quiet like the rest, when my concentration was interrupted by a sharp scream. I looked up immediately and listened, my senses suddenly heightened in expectation of some sort of commotion. For a good half a minute I sat there listening, before I decided to go take a look. I slowly opened the door to my lab, poked my head out slowly and quickly glanced left and right. To my left, nobody. But to my right, I saw Dr Fredrickson just leaving his office in a hurry, a look of concern of his face. Needless to say I called out and walked briskly after him.

‘O’Shea, what’s the matter?’ I heard him shout.

As I rounded the corner, I saw him running towards the pantry. I became aware of Dr O’Shea leaning against the wall beside the door and her heavy breathing. From that distance it seemed she looked faint.

When Frederickson got to her side he held her hand and asked again, but I saw she was mumbling and trying to wave him off with ‘no, nothing’s and ‘just a shock…’

Seeing that Frederickson had her, I cautiously stepped into the pantry. Everything looked perfectly normal, but I made a quick inspection anyway. As I approached the sink I noticed there was something in it, and two steps later I was near enough to see in full view what was the unmistakable carcass of a huge, fat rat, lying feet up in the sink. Needless to say it took me by surprise and I couldn’t help but let out a short yelp. I quickly announced ‘Oh no don’t worry, it’s nothing. Just a dead rat in the sink, and an awfully large one at that!’

Frederickson soon appeared beside me and he cussed; we stood there for a good minute somewhat marveling at the morbidity of the scene, before I went to the wall phone to dial for security. At this time of the night the janitors were probably at home enjoying a hot cuppa, so it was only security who could do something… or at least tell someone to do something when they came in the next morning.

By now O’Shea had regained colour to her face and was almost smiling. It wasn’t a big deal but we gladly took it as a sign that we had worked enough. We walked O’Shea back to her lab, and in another 5 minutes the three of us were at the elevator, ready to go home. The short walk to the car park gave us a welcome breath of fresh air and by the time we got to our cars, the small incident was far behind us.

The next day saw us fresh and ready for more work and really, you couldn’t blame us for not expecting anymore exciting incidents. Which made it all the more of a shock when Bailey, from next door, decided to take a trip to the pantry that night.



I left my words out to dry and the blood crusted and started to stink. In the sewers of my mind this infection festers and squirms, a disease eating me up from the inside. Through stain-glassed eyes I stare at the fruits of my toil, the hurt that I’ve caused and the pain that I’ve brought. I would feel if I knew how but the rainbow of your suffering dances in my head, taking up all the space. In these shackles I run wild, in this darkness I am the source. This condition of mine is eternity, a prison of my own design. This is me, and I.



I think A, say B, you hear C, understand it as D, think E, end up saying F, I hear it as G, understand it as H, and that’s the way the world goes round

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