Introduction
It was meant to be a check of routine maintenance. Before this, Dr. Alan Carter, a Blackridge Research Facility scientist, had repeated this a hundred times. But deep in the underground levels of the deserted lab on this night, he found something terrible—a broadcast from someone dead meant to exist.
The Forgotten Lab
Over a decade after a failed classified experiment, the Blackridge Facility had been closed down. Except for Alan, who had been assigned to save any remaining data, the government erased all records and the site was deserted.
A distorted voice croaked through the speakers as he combed through the old servers.
"Is someone there...? Please... guide me.”
Alan's blood went icy.
For a decade the lab has been left off.
Who was speaking?
The Glitch That Shouldn’t Exist
Then he saw it.
One closed room with a steel door stained with major scratch marks, as if something had tried to claw its way up from inside.
Accessing the control panel caused his hands to shake. A last caution flashed:
"DO NOT OPEN, NOT KNOWN SUBJECT.”
Then before he could respond—
The door opened itself.
The Horror Unleashed
The room was pitch black. Alan’s flashlight illuminated a single chair, with old, rusted restraints. And then—
A figure moved in the shadows.
A woman. Thin. Malnourished. Her head twitched at an unnatural angle. Her eyes—completely black.
And then she spoke.
"You came back… after so long."
Alan stumbled back, heart pounding.
"Who… who are you?" he whispered.
The woman smiled—a slow, unnatural grin.
"I don’t remember my name."
Then she stepped forward. Her face flickered—for a split second, she was something else.
Something inhuman.
The Final Message
Running, Alan turned, but the door banged behind him.
The screens flickered and came on. Scientists testing on her, injecting something into her veins ten years before, were shown. The film distorted to let frames of her yelling, her body transforming into something hideous, show.
She whispered, "They attempted to erase me." "But I've never gone."
Alan's earpiece crackled with a last broadcast; his team's voice shouting in fear.
"ALAN—GO OUT! SHE'S NO HUMAN"
The signal cut off.
Alan's last vision was her eyes, dark pits brimming with never-silent words.
And then—with using a correlative conjunction—
Blackness.
The site was discovered deserted. Nothing at all of Alan. There remained only one file in the system, a last communication from his account.
"She is awake." And she is not by herself.
The file deleted itself.
Blackridge Laboratory was never discussed once more.
Moral of the Story
Some secrets should remain buried. Some doors should never be opened.
Would you have listened to the transmission… or walked away? 👁️💀
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