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I decided to see if I could write 52 stories again! |
| Fortnight prompt ▶︎ "Why the hell did I come back here?" Hubert asked himself. "Why is this place still in operation?" The e-mail from Dr. Fredrickson had been marked urgent. Said some sort of anomaly had occurred that Hubert should definitely look at. He walked through the front door and scanned his old badge. For some reason it still worked. The green light and buzz of the circuit let Hubert know that he had been granted access to the building. The security guard wearing military grade body armor and holding a beanbag gun didn't even move to stop Hubert's entrance. He headed down the sterile corridor. The air was so still he could hear the lights hum. Finally he reached the third door on the left. His old lab, lights off. Had the research team not ever reallocated this room? Everything was as Hubert had left it. Mass spec, centrifuge...wait, what was that? Someone had put the ugliest Jack-in-The-Box ever on the workbench. Its head wasn't even clothed. Just scorched, featureless, beige polyurethane on a steel spring sitting in a wooden box. Hubert picked up the out of place object. Canned laughter, like from a 1970s sitcom, bounced around the enclosed space. He looked around for a source. Suddenly massive laughing faces were phasing through the walls. They surrounded Hubert. He let out a scream as they slowly closed in. The lights flickered on and the lab had returned to an unassuming but empty room. It was like Hubert had never been in there. Word count:256 words |
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