from-strangetown

[from-strangetown]

Oh hey my name is Brian Sinclair

I'm 27 and I work at a small cafe just near main street. i work nights mostly and do a lot of closing shifts. Although I find it weird that we stay open till 10 pm but I guess some people need coffee?

Well it all started with a cat, I was walking home with a friend, his name is Tim but he can tell you about himself later? Anyway we where chatting after I closed and he was walking home from a shift at the vinyl store and we where debating on if led zeppelin or kiss was better..... Don't ask why we just where chatting.

It was late 12 something at night no cars in the residential area and we where coming up to the kids park and I saw him pause so I peered into the dark park along with him when we saw it.... A small grey and white cat hard to miss with bright blue eyes. I thought it was strange, it blinked slowly like it was in a long staring contest but didn't want to loose.

Tim walked closer and so I decided against better judgement to also walk closer. Mind you it was dead silent not a chirp or a hoot nothing but boots crunching on wood chips. It was startling, it's eyes staring us down, it didn't make a sound as it sat at the end of the slide. It's eyes.... It's haunts me still...it's blue eyes looked human like.

It's eyes where blue human eyes I couldn't break away, till tim dragged me by my arm dragging me down the street as we ran.

We only stopped as I slammed my door shut wheezing as we catch our breath.

That was the last we saw of the cat but I feel like I can feel the cats eyes on me... Like something else is watching me while is sit in my living room ... Anyway gotta go run to work

See ya all later

- Brian Sinclair

[from-strangetown]

hmm hasnt been a while nor has it been too soon so i think its just right to post again, as you know my name is ash i work as a library assistant at the big brick building downtown smack near the town square, on the corner of 4th and B street. we are open from all hours, due to having a collage in town and some kids just need the space to do homework, and who hasn't done an essay for most your grade the night before? and its in those nights that i work, and where this story takes place.  i was working my normally 10 pm till 7 am. sometimes its longer but not that night, that was a blessing, so it started when i noticed that the lights every so often would flicker and that means one of two things, one the main power generator is going out and needs to be restarted. or it means that the building is haunted and i suspect it may be both but more the first one. so i paused my work and put aside the yellow papers and take a emergency flashlight and i walk through the empty library to the back generator. i noticed that the main silver generator the one thats hard to miss because it has a room to its self was actually missing. i paused to think if we even had one to begin with ... no we did i remember that my boss told me to kick it to work. like most things in the library they break and sometimes go missing but the whole ass generator? i sighed and closed the door making my way down to the boiler room saying hello to benny we chat for a bit while we have a break and for the next hour or less there was nothing wrong with the power. which was surprising we had no generator.  i wrote a small note on white paper to recheck on the generator later but then tossed it away if it would come back it would. later around 2 am when benny went home and i was alone a visitor came in i was 2:05 i know because i was watching YouTube on my phone and looked up to see a very tall man in a bowler cap and tanned long trench coat standing above me at the desk holding a book out to me. i took it and pulled out my yellow paper and fountain pen and looked up to get his name but he was gone? and why did he have an umbrella we haven't had rain in 3 months its summer after all... i shrugged and opened the blank book, nothing on the cover and on the inside the story was told backward and each word was also backwards. the end was dne eht and wow it hurt my head to wrap around and so i closed it wrote a note on my white paper and walked the book to the bosses office slipping it in the mail box near his door. well what ever it was its not mine now.  the nagging feeling, like something was tugging at your mind, like a slow drip of a faucet you forgot to turn off. i tapped my fingers and looked around the clock on the wall said 4:58 am and i was off shift in two hours why did i feel like i forgot something, my papers where done i put them away down in the archives. i had vacuumed the carpets in the library and mopped the wood floors and dusted the forbidden books. i walked the library cat the lives in the walls and i even fed the thing in the attic so why do i feel like i forgot something... i was pacing now walking though the different stacks  of books with a sigh i sit back down and and stare at the blank white note papers. i reach into the note stack and grab my last five. 1. take the goat in meeting room 3 to the zoo i had done that yesterday and his new name is sammy evergreen he likes pets and small kids. 2. make sure to mop the salt water from the kids section  i had done that yesterday near the end of my shift and it turns out a book was leaking so i put it in a bag. 3. bring the stack of red papers to the boss boss wasnt there so i stapled them and put them in his box 4. check the small boy in the bathroom  oh no i forgot about the crying boy in the bathroom upstairs and in the bathroom near the space section.  i walked up the stairs forgetting number five as i made my way quickly past the hole in the ceiling with stars falling down gently into the other hole in the floor... yeah the space section was currently under construction. i opened up the bathroom and saw the kid in a ball under the sink munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from here it looked like raspberry with no seeds. so as i was about to say hello the boy rushed passed me and ran out into the library and thats what happed yesterday sometimes i see the boy out of the corner of my eye and between feeding the cat in the walls i leave sandwiches for him too. well anyway i have to go back to work now  see you next time you come to the library  - ash

[from-strangetown]

My...my name is Susan dunsberry I work at the cafe in town, we sell little cupcakes and other confectioners sweets and lots of coffee. Lately I've been seeing a man in a long brown trench coat a bowlers cap carrying an umbrella. While that doesn't sound strange... It's summer and it's currently 91° or so says the store thermometer on the wall near the door. He is out side across the way on the bench sitting in the hot sun in the mid afternoon heat staring into my shop.

I would find all this odd but I have stuff to do, so I get to cleaning, he has never come in before so I don't have to worry to badly as I mop the floors of dust and boot prints from farm hands getting there morning coffees. I have Brian work the counters cleaning up back there as we blast Madonna. Half way through the mopping I was moving chairs when the guy comes in, he takes his umbrella and sets it on the counter ordering a 7shot Expresso in a lavender latte... Odd but not weird... He pays in exact change then looks around but decided to stay against the counter, leaning on it with a grim look, facing in my direction.

He waits against the counter looking at me but I have to ignore it I'm mopping after all, and I'm notorious for not making small talk. So I just mop up spilled coffee under table number 3 and keep humming to vogue. While his coffee comes out he opens his jaw wide and just chugs down the coffee with out gulping then puts the cup down and walks out.

I sigh as Brian asks " did you know him" I just shake my head and continue, why would I know him?

It was later when I was walking home in the afternoon that I heard foot steps behind me, my heart picking up speed as I walked faster. Oh gods please don't let me die please... When I felt a hand on my shoulder I swung around with my book bag for school and whack hard in the face....oh my God it was the Boller cap man

He held up my cell phone and said I dropped it coming out of the store the other day, he returned it to me and said he is shy and didn't know how to tell me, with a smile he waved and walked away. I was stunned, too stunned to speak so I just sat down on the bench on the outsi of the park near my apartment and looked it over.

Sure Enough it was my phone, blue case and all... Huh maybe I should not judge a book by its cover....

Well that's all from me, with weird things going on maybe is should go check out another book to calm down...

See you later if you need coffee

- Susan dunsberry

[from-strangetown]

So there is a lot wrong with my town and I understand that may just be Normal, but I work at the library and I am pretty sure it's normal to get lost deep in the archives but not on this scale.

So I work with a lot of stories my job is to record stories that happen to our towns folk. Some are really good thiller stories and as we say " nothing has happened, it never happens, and nothing never happens it was just a dream" as a way that we can get some sleep at night.

Like for instance my coworker, well late coworker now but that's another story, my coworker Jill had an experience at the library.

Jill was a strict woman, she was in her 50s and had worked with the library now for little over a year after she retired from her old job. Turns out she does not enjoy sitting still. She reminded me of her jittery white dog she brought in once, both seemed to be caffeinated.

Jill took the papers one day from the stack of returns, we have a rule of no electronics sense the computers that the guest use over heat the generators on a good day, so we mostly write everything in cursive on paper... All returns and exchanges and checkouts. She took the yellow return paperwork down stairs into the archives while I carried the green checkout papers and we made our way down. Once in the large paper filing room we made our way down the carpeted hall, the carpets are orange in this part with plywood walls painted brown. We file the paperwork under a person's name in the file holders when you sing up you even get to use the label maker for your name. And that's when we heard it. I was putting away the last paper for Susan dunsberry when Jill screamed holding her ears yelling for the ticking to stop. I blinked and shut the cabinet.

Rushing over I tried to help her up but she was having none of it tossing her self to and fro. She eventually calmed down and through her tears she slowly said " everytime I come down the orange hall I hear a nonsensical ticking, like a clock that's right behind you, growing louder with every breath I take, every blink of an eye" I didn't know what to say and I feel stupid now that I write this but what I said ... Well ...

" I didn't hear a clock, we don't have clocks down here after one fell on Mr. dells head " she nodded and took in what I said after all dell quite two months before she took his place. Jill got up her knees shaking as she fixed her short grey hair back into place and walked down the orange carpet hall way and then back up with me.

I think about her a lot, she was always kind and made me laugh, well when I got in the next day after closing her son was there. He was in tears saying Jill passed away, the grandfather clock in Jill's living room fell and crushed her. That we were invited to Jill's funeral and I stopped listening there, I sat at my small desk looking at the blank check in papers, the yellowed lines staring up at me back. Some one came in with a return and I wrote there name down and then the book title and author. I thought to my self, I need to get home and Remove my clocks....

That's all from the library

My name is Ash

See you next time you come to the library