Dare
The world is filled with cursed objects, and one day, I was unlucky enough to stumble upon one. It started during a normal weekday. I was going through some tape archives in the office building's basement. I was going to use these tape archives for a documentary my company was making. Then, it caught my eye. A dusty, eroding cardboard box was perched on top of one of the other shelves. All the other tapes were stored in neatly placed boxes, but this one looked as if it hadn't been touched in decades. On it, in scribbly handwriting, was the word "DARE" in all capitals.
I hopped on a creaky chair and lifted the dust-covered box from its cobweb-ridden resting area. I figured that it would suit the documentary, with its ominous name and old age. Opening it up, I simply saw a reel of film. I loaded it on to the old projector to watch what it held. This was one of the worst mistakes I had ever made.
I had hooked up an external speaker to the projector the other day, to listen to the sound of an unusually quiet tape. I didn't realize that I had hooked it up until a scream rattled through the room. I realized that this was the tape. Still, every frame that had played so far had been black. I turned the volume down a bit and braced myself for what would come next.
After another ten seconds of blackness, the film cut to a faded, ratty video of a man hanging himself. When he choked and died, the worst part came. An enormous distorted noise filled the room, which sounded like a dying dog hooked up to a distorted guitar amplifier turned up to 10. At the same time, pictures of very frightening clowns flashed before my eyes. I tried to turn it down, but the sound just kept getting louder. I could still hear it with the volume all the way down, in fact. I furiously kicked the projector and speaker over, stopping the horrifying reel from playing.
I quickly ran up the stairs to explain to my boss what I had seen. He didn't believe me, and then and there, I was fired from my job.
After a few days, my boss called me and said that he'd give my job back as long as he got a working projector. I agreed, and
checked eBay for an old projector like the one I had broken. Luckily, I found a "buy it now" example of a working film projector for very cheap. I purchased it, and it came in a little more than a week. When it arrived, it had a reel already hooked up to it, which I found rather suspicious. I assumed that it was simply a reel that the seller had included to show that it worked. I drove back to the building the next day.
My boss was glad to see me with the projector. I told him how I bought it online and he nodded. He then asked me to demonstrate it to see if it worked. I went to the basement with him and the projector, and set it up. I explained that there was a demo reel on the projector when I bought it. I felt relieved as I started the tape, as I'd finally have my job back.
Instead, DARE started to play on the projector.
Credited to TheBedBug
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