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He got off on the fourth floor, which was the top floor of the parking lot. When he stepped out, the usual dankness of the place flooded his senses. But at least it was dark. He fast walked down the lot, keeping his eyes peeled for cars (even though there never were any). When he got to the last floor, his composer was better thinking of going home and sleeping.
But his hopes sank when he saw the car. He
Inside, he saw the blackened outline of what looked to be a body. Before he could check if this was indeed the case, he put the cover back on a left. He thought about what his boss would think of such a strange and unsettling occurrence. As he walked the streets to his apartment, he dreaded the next day when he would have to tell his boss about it. What if it had been there for days and nobody had noticed? He slept uneasily that night. When he got up in the morning, the first image that came to his mind was of the darkened body and the grotesque smell. That morning, he had nothing for breakfast. Partly because his body was not agreeing with him, but he was able to will himself to work.
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He walked into the building and went straight to the TV room. The TV room was what he called the room with all of the monitors connected to the security cameras. That was also the room were is his boss operated. His name was Thomas. He was very short for his age and quite on the chubby side. He was wearing a black T-Shirt with blue jeans. And he somehow got his face to have a constant frown on it. Will took a deep breath and stepped into the office.
"Yes?"
Will motioned for Thomas to come with him. He felt kinda unsure, because he usually never interacted with significant others. Especially his boss. When they got out of the elevator on the first floor, Will began to describe the car to Thomas.
But he was cut off when he noticed that the car was nowhere to be seen. He was dumbfounded by the fact that there was no car in its place. Usually by now, the first floor would be completely taken but this one area was not. It was as if it had some type of repulsion power.
His mind was buzzing with questions and none of them could be answered. And he just decided to forget it. He went on with his day and did everything he had to do, though he was a bit scared when it was time to check the lot and of course it still was not there. And he went home still feeling a bit disturbed from the whole event. He slept soundly though. But it came back to haunt him the next day. He went to get the mail, which was strange of him to get in the first place, considering he hadn't gotten in almost ten years (other than taxes). But strangely enough, he did have mail. He
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