Creepypasta #715: Secure
Story length: Long
“What is this?” I said looking down at the lengthy and very official document before me. “Is this a joke? What the fuck is this?”
The man in the suit sitting across from me let out a sigh. “I’m very sorry-”
“Fuck you,” I scoffed. “Shut the hell up. You obviously don’t give a shit about me or else I wouldn’t be here at all.”
“The program is completely random, I assure you. I’m sorry.” The way he spoke was concise and cold. Everything in the room was. The metal table, the concrete walls. My handcuffs.
“I’m not fucking signing this shit.” I pushed it away from me towards the man.
“That won’t be needed. You’ll notice there isn’t a place for you to sign. All of your information is already notarized.”
“Oh no- fuck that, I have a say in this!” I tried to stand but the handcuffs kept me to the chair.
“Afraid not,” the man said, retrieving the documents and sliding them into his briefcase. “Now please,” he said, motioning to the door. Both my cuffs and the door unbolted with a click. “Follow me.”
The man pushed the door open and stepped through. I followed behind and as soon as I was out, two large men, also in suits, began walking behind me. We entered a foyer where a secretary sat at her desk, typing on her computer. She glanced up quickly before catching my eye and returning to her work. Above her hung an American flag. Next to it stood the seal of the D.H.S.
Department of Homeland Security, my ass I thought to myself.
We entered a long corridor that was intercepted by 4 thick, metal doors that required three forms of identification. Each slid open at the man’s IDs.
When we reached the door at the end, the two giants drew their pistols and trained them on the small metal door. We all just stood there quietly, staring at the door.
“My condolences,” the man said from behind me.
“Do I get, like, some final words or anything?”
The man pursed his lips.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I whispered under my breath.
My heart raced and my breath came short and fast. This is it I thought.
The door opened after 5 different IDs and the inside was completely black. It was like a wall of darkness.
“Thank you for your service,” the man said, gesturing to the abyss.
I shook out my nerves and walked in about two feet.
In that moment, my situation struck me. “Wait. Wait, please!” I turned, but the door had silently shut.
The room was so silent, I could almost hear my heartbeat, and totally black. Suddenly, a light appeared in the middle of the room from the ceiling. “Fucking hell!” I screamed.
In the middle was a little girl with no eyes. No nose. Just one, huge mouth.
“Oh, good,” she said sweetly. “I thought they forgot about me.”
Credits to: BeezHuts