I was referred by a temp agency.

I had no idea who I would be working for, or what

the job would entail. I only knew that the pay was good. A week-long excursion at
$725 a night. More than enough to pay off a couple of credit card bills and a good
chunk of next month’s rent. For that price, I would have done almost anything. I
only wish I knew at the time what I was getting myself into.

When I arrived at the address, I was surprised. It was a large facility at the end
of a dirt road in the woods, two towns over. The large sign outside read
SynthetiCorp. It was a plain, white, three-story building, void of identifying
markings. Its appearance gave me no clues to its purpose. Its location was even
more baffling. Going off of the name alone, I had to assume it was some sort of
biotech company. I was probably needed to clean up radioactive waste, or something
to that end. For what they were paying me, I would happily risk my health.

Upon entering the building and meeting with the receptionist, I was directed to
Room 371 on the second floor, where I would wait for Al, my new boss. It was your
standard office setting, albeit more quaint than usual. Red carpet, white walls,
and no windows. Only six desks in three rows of two, each with their own computer.
At the back of the room was a large wall covered by a one-way mirror, an opening
with steps on either side of it. Inside was a single chair, desk, and landline
phone. Probably a place for supervisors to oversee productivity. Other than that,
the room harbored no points of interest, unless you fancied the waste bin and fern
in the corner.

An older gentleman opened the door to the room and came over to shake my hand,
introducing himself as Al. He seemed to be in a rush, wasting no time in describing
the task at hand. I was to stay in that very room from 8:00pm until 6:00am the
following day, every night for a week. He left me his cell number and a laminated
list of rules to be followed. He told me he could not overstate enough the
importance of following each and every one, exactly as they were outlined. Once he
was sure I understood the gravity of the situation, he left me to my first shift in
peace, closing the door behind him.

That was it? Really? Just stay in the room for ten hours a night?

I had no clue as to why I was being paid over $5,000 to room-sit, but I learned
some time ago to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I simply sat down in the
overseer’s room with a smile on my face and went over the list of rules. There were
ten in total, all of which left me more than a little confused.

1. Once 8:00 rolls around, lock the door, and do not leave the room for ANY REASON
until 6:00. Plan your bathroom usage and meal periods accordingly. No food or drink
items within the room.

2. DO NOT use Hank’s computer. It’s the closest to the exit. No one is ever to
touch it, under any circumstances. Not even Hank.

3. If the phone rings, answer it, but do not talk. No matter what the voice on the
other end says, you are not to respond. Hang up after two minutes have passed.

4. Do not let the janitor in. We don’t have one.

5. If anyone else comes to the door, let them in, but ignore them. Do not react,
whatsoever. When they leave, shut the door and lock it behind them.

6. If the waste bin changes locations, place it back in the corner as soon as you
notice.

7. If I stop by, only let me in if I know the password.

8. At 9:30 precisely, set each of the computers’ home screens to different URLs
(except Hank’s). Do not react to the images. Act normal.

9. If you see Harvey, feed him one of the treats from Lisa’s desk (the one opposite
Hank’s).

10. If there’s an emergency, call my cell, but not after 10:05pm.

Below the last rule was a final sentiment, scribbled over the laminate in pen; No
one has made it past night three. Good luck.

I was perplexed, wondering for a moment if Al was a lunatic and if that was the
reason no one else had lasted. Perhaps his quirks were too much for the previous
candidates and they backed out, fearing for their safety at the hands of his
fragile mind. I would not be swayed so easily. Even if Al was crazy, I would
happily take his money for what was shaping up to be a very simple job. At least,
that’s what I thought.

Day one was utterly boring. Nothing remarkable happened – definitely not anything
to the extent of what Al’s list would have me expect. At 9:30, I even changed the
URLs on the computers, if for no other reason than to feel somewhat useful. The
next night, however, was a little different.

Day two started as it normally did. I settled in for another long night, making
sure to eat and empty my bladder before locking myself in. At 9:25, just as I was
about to ready myself to change the home screens again, I saw it. The waste bin was
right there at the top of the steps to the overseer’s room. I certainly hadn’t
placed it there.

I felt a small spike in my adrenaline before calming down with a smile. The waste
bin, the list. It was all a joke at my expense. Al would be in the next room,
waiting anxiously to see the look on my face.

I raced out to the office floor. There was no one there. I walked over to the exit
and shook the knob. It was still locked.

Confused and a tinge scared, I swiftly picked up the waste bin and walked it back
over to the corner of the room. I checked the time; 9:30. I started changing the
URLs on all of the computers, hoping desperately that I had imagined what just
occurred. After skipping Hank’s desk, I typed in the last website on PC number six.
I was about to pull away, when some strange imagery manifested on the screen.

It was surveillance footage of the room. The very room I was in. I saw me looking
at the computer. I turned and looked up, but there was no camera. Upon looking back
at the screen, I saw something terrifying.

I watched as a copy of me stepped out from the overseer’s room. It walked up behind
me, grabbed a hard-drive from one of the desks, and wound up to strike me in the
back of the head. I quickly turned to shield myself. There was no one there. I
turned back and the screen changed, displaying the website I had entered as normal.

I raced back to the overseer’s room and sat down, more than a bit frazzled. I
contemplated walking out, but I steeled myself to continue. I was fine, after all.
Maybe Al wasn’t a lunatic, but he didn’t seem the type to wish me any harm, not
that I knew him all that well. Still, I hadn’t sustained any damage. I was
questioning my sanity, yes, but no bodily injuries had befallen me. Whatever was at
play here seemed harmless so far.
KNOCK KNOCK

There was a loud banging. Having just had the most horrifying experience of my
life, I nearly jumped out of my skin. A voice then penetrated the door.

“It’s the janitor. Just here to clean up. Can you open the door?”

I recalled rule number four and denied him entry.

You did good not letting him in. You followed the rule. Now you’re fine. So long as
you follow the rules, you’ll be safe. It’s as simple as that. You can see this
through.

KNOCK KNOCK

I jumped again.

“I really need to get in there and clean up. Open the door!”

I took a deep breath and peeled back my anxiety, successfully ignoring the janitor
until he left. This was an accomplishment for me, and it actually felt pretty good.
A challenge that I was able to best.

Though I remained on the edge of me seat, the next few hours were uneventful. I
even dozed off for a moment at one point. It wasn’t until 2:30am that my next
challenge would come.

A multi-colored cat jumped up on the desk in front of me, complete with beautiful
splotches of black and orange. I was startled, but it seemed to be friendly,
brushing up against my arm; the name on its collar, Harvey.

I knew what I had to do. I rummaged through Lisa’s desk, found the jar of treats,
and fed Harvey one, to which he purred in delight. To my astonishment, he then
charged at the door, fazing right through it. My mouth was agape in awe. Once my
initial bewilderment dissipated, it was replaced with satisfaction over another
small victory. As strange as it may sound, I was beginning to like the job.

RING RING

It was the landline. Remembering the rules, I removed it from the receiver and held
it to my ear, making sure to keep an eye on the time.

“Hey, it’s Al. I’m going to be stopping by pretty soon to do a little work. How’s
the job treating you so far?”

I remained silent.

“Hello? You know you can talk if it’s me, right?”

I picked up the set of rules and looked them over again. There was nothing about Al
calling. I didn’t respond.

“This is no way to treat your employer. If you don’t say anything, I’ll have no
choice but to fire you. Do you really want that?”

I stood my ground. Only twenty seconds to go.

“Fine. I’ll see you soon to relieve you of your duty. I guess you couldn’t even
make it past night two.”
The two minute mark came and I hung up on him.

I felt safe as another hour went by. Reflecting on the trials I had faced thus far,
I was bewildered, but determinate. I wasn’t going to let the room cloud my
judgement. I was in control.

KNOCK KNOCK

“It’s Lisa. Can I come in?”

Though hesitant, I had to abide by rule five. I opened the door and a woman
entered.

“You must be the new guy. What do you think of the place?”

I went back to my desk in the overseer’s room and sat down, trying my best to act
casual. Lisa walked up to the glass, knowing I could see through it.

“Not very talkative, are you?”

Her eyes unnaturally darted around in all directions and her skin drooped a bit,
almost as if it was falling off the bone. I didn’t answer.

She didn’t speak again. Instead, she stared at the glass for a long time. Long
enough to leave me feeling truly unsettled. She then waltzed in and stopped at my
side, raising her arm. I hoped she wouldn’t notice that my breathing had become
sporadic and labored. She then violently swung down on the desk, creating a
thunderous clap. I almost winced, but held my composure.

After another awkward five minutes or so, she left. I ran to the door and locked it
behind her. A few moments later, there was yet another knock. This time, it was a
boy, claiming to be searching for his father. I let him in and sat back down. He
tried many times to ask for my help, but I was careful to ignore him, just as I had
with Lisa. At one point, however, I made the mistake of meeting his gaze. For an
instant, in between blinks, his eyes became pitch black, void of all color.
Startled, I nearly jolted back, but was able to restrain myself.

Like Lisa before him, the boy eventually left, and I quickly locked the door behind
him; another rule followed.

***

Other than the waste bin moving around a few more times, nothing else happened that
night. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I heavily considered calling it
quits, and may have even had a nightmare or two upon sleeping that day, but I found
myself excited to continue; wondering what obstacles the room would throw at me
next. Curiosity shouldn’t have been enough to bring me back, but all rational
trains of thought escaped me. The room had this pull that beckoned me to it. I was
hopelessly compelled to return, powerless to its call. Any excuse would have
sufficed. As such, I resumed my post the following night.

Upon starting my shift, I was confident. I
up to this point, and waited patiently for
went by with no trouble. No cat, no images
waste bin antics. Boredom was beginning to
silence.
had dealt with quite a few absurdities
my next opportunity. A couple of hours
on the computers, no phone calls, and no
set in when a loud knocking broke the

KNOCK KNOCK
There was no voice. I yelled out from the overseer’s room.

“Who is it?” I asked.

There was a brief pause.

“It’s me, Al.”

I picked up the list and re-read rule number seven.

“What’s the password?”

I heard him chuckle to himself.

“I never wrote down a password!”

He was right. There was no password written with the rule. It must have been him.

I cautiously made my way to the door and opened it. Al was there to greet me with a
smile. I sighed in relief.

“Let me guess. Scared of the things that go bump in the night?”

He laughed at my clear nervous disposition.

“You have no idea.”

He shut the door and set up some things at one of the computers.

“Say, why didn’t you write down a password?” I asked.

He smiled again.

“It’s a ploy. Anyone posing as me might try to come up with one, which would
identify them as not being me. Understand?”

“I see. Good thinking.”

He returned to his work at the computer. I didn’t want to bother him, but I just
had to know.

“What is this place, anyway? Why do these things happen here?”

He turned to face me.

“It’s best if you don’t ask questions, especially ones that are far above your pay-
grade.”

I wasn’t happy with my answer, but I knew it was all I would get out of him. I let
him work in peace and sat back down in the overseer’s room, watching through the
one-way glass. That’s when I realized something. The computer Al was using. It was
Hank’s.

I double checked the list to make sure. Yes, that was definitely Hank’s desk, and
no one was to touch his computer. Didn’t that apply to Al as well?

I turned over the list on the off-chance I might find some more information. That’s
when my heart sank. In large, bold print on the back of the laminated sheet was
text that read:

Password: “Diner”

Fuck.

I grabbed my phone, reached for the scrap of paper with Al’s number on it, and
dialed it as fast as I could. There were a few tones, but he finally picked up.

“Hello? Everything alright over there?”

“Al, thank goodness! I made a mistake. I thought he was you. I let him in, and now
he’s on Hank’s computer.”

He let out a long sigh of disappointment. I watched as Al’s copy turned from his
computer and then stood up.

“Listen very carefully. Do not act suspicious in any way. You should be fine if he
doesn’t suspect anything. If you try to leave or call anyone else, it’ll all be
over. Understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

Al’s copy began walking to the overseer’s room. My heart was beating faster than it
ever had before.

“I’ll be there soon. Just don’t panic.”

He hung up. I kept the phone to my ear as Al’s copy approached, so as to pretend I
was talking to my wife.

“I told you, hon; 6:00. That’s when I clock out. You don’t have to wait up for me.
You worry too much. Please, get some rest.”

Al’s copy was in the room with me now, staring. I held the phone to my chest and
looked back at him.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

He continued to stare for a few long seconds.

“Can you help me with something on the computer?”

I wondered if he could see my chest pounding.

“Sure. I just need to finish this phone call. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He stared for another moment and then walked back to Hank’s desk. Though panicked,
I kept up appearances by continuing to pretend on the phone. I even acted out an
argument to lengthen the call. While doing this, I watched with bated breath as the
knob gently turned and the door swung open.

It was Al. I had never been so relieved in my life.

He turned to the glass and put a finger to his mouth, gesturing for me to keep
quiet. The clone was not yet privy to his arrival. Al snuck up behind his clone and
grabbed him by the throat. The impostor struggled, but eventually succumbed to his
vicious grip. He fell to the floor, a lifeless hull, before disintegrating into the
carpet.
I ran to Al and thanked him. I also apologized, profusely.

“No need to be sorry. This isn’t the first thing to make it into the room, and I’m
sure it won’t the last either. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He smiled.

“Speaking of which, mind shutting the door? Wouldn’t want another one of me
stopping by.”

“Of course!”

I walked over to the door and then realized something. I had left it unlocked after
the copy came in. That’s how Al was able to enter.

Remembering the final rule, I slowly pulled out my phone and opened the call log.
My most recent call connected at 10:18pm; 13 minutes past the deadline. I turned
around to see Al standing right behind me.

“Al, what’s the password?”

He grinned.

“What password?”

I ran out of there as fast as I could. The room still has a strange hold over me,
but I will never go back.

At least… I hope I won’t.