Sanitation Business - Ch 3

Chapter 3

I ran full speed across the empty warehouse, using the voice command to call my dad as I did so. Damn it. Pop gave you permission to do the building, but you just had to do it tonight.

The phone was ringing.  When I reached the door, I yanked my cleaning belt from my waist and wedged it between the door to keep it ajar. He’ll think I made a run for outside and when he goes out, I’ll retrace my steps and get to the car.

In the warehouse there was a second story, where there were two restrooms and a storage room; I only had to climb a mountain of stairs.  

I made it to the cement staircase just as the man-thing came pushing through the door. Its wet footsteps sent a chill down my spine. It walked as if trying to align it’s bones. Bastard.

I didn’t move and, because my dad didn’t answer, cursed under my breath. It was falling for the trap and heading toward the door. “Go on, you slug.” I said with a malicious grin on my face. “Go on and take the bait.” I looked at my phone and dialed my dad’s number again. It rang. But to my surprise, it rang from behind me, calling not only my attention, but the monster’s…

To be continued..