ITT: creepy shit

ITT: creepy shit

niice

lurk moar and don't samefag.

i'm not op faggot

Nice samefag faggots

haha samefagging as per usual

you might be retarded and sage.

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>sage
my sides, you fucking faggot

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>Be me, 19
>Working at a trashy convenient store, the kind that sells all off-brand shit
>Boss man insists that we don't smoke out front bc the sight turns away potential customers
>There are two swinging doors near the back of store, and past that, a hallway
>At the end of the hallway is a dingy little room
>Boss man says this will be the designated smoking/break room, even buys a used couch and brings it in
>Seems kind of unprofessional but whatever
>I don't smoke, but I'll certainly pretend if it means getting out of work
>Take 5-10 "smoke" breaks over the course of 14 hour shift
>Do this everyday for a few months, get used to the lay of the land
>Plan out my breaks according to when other employees normally take their break--like an autist
>One night, business is slow
>Decide to take a 15 minute break
>Walk in on boss man smoking a ciggy
>"H-hey there user."
>He sounds strained, and he jumped a little when I walked in
>"Hey b0ss, just taking a smoke break."
>He stands up and leaves without saying anything
>Whatta fucking weirdo
cont

>I immediately notice a rancid spell emanating from somewhere
>Try not to notice as I lie down on the couch with legs stretched out
>Something is different today, the couch is uncomfortable as shit
>Mind you, I'd spent hours on this couch. My ass knew this couch better than I can describe
>Toss and turn but can't find a good position, and the spell is searing my nostrils
>Fuck it, I'd rather go back to working
>Over the next few days, the stench dominated every conversation
>It had even become noticeable in the main store
>Boss unexpectedly doesn't show up one day
>Don't see him the entire week
>Learn later he resigned that weekend
>More people start to take notice of the uncomfortable couch, but there's no discernible change in shape, thus we never assume anything of it
>Over time, the couch starts returns to its former glory
>Less comfy than before, but more comfortable than a week ago
>Take a break one afternoon, sit down pretty hard
>*squiiiish*
>I stand up quickly
>The left cushion is raised slightly
>The shape of the couch shifted under me, but it didn't reassume its shape
>Instead, something inside of the couch acted like memory foam, maintaining an arch
>Well shit, the worst is true
>Tell the new b0ss woman that I'm not feeling well and I go tf home
>Call in and say I can't show up the next day either
>Eventually realize that I have to make the buck-o's if I don't want to starve to death

>Go into work, pull he b0ss lady aside (we were somewhat friendly so I was comfortable to talking to her about this)
>Subtly suggest that the couch's weird properties may be related to the smell
>The dumb bitch doesn't know what I could mean by that
>I say that it *might* be the result of a decomposing corpse that somebody clumsily stuffed into a couch
>"Wha-"
>Hence why it was hard at first, but as the smell grew worse, it gradually eroded into a mush
>"But-"
>And why the boss man resigned when people started taking notice
>b0ss lady runs to the break room with a box cutter and tears the back of the couch open
>mfw there's nothing inside
>mfw the inside of the couch is memory foam
>mfw I get fired for this episode (for encouraging boss bitch to tear up the couch)
>mfw the smell turns out to be a family of dead bird in the air ducts

sorry for dump had to put this somewhere

also
>mfw

that's some real autism there

nigga it made sense at the time

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1984
Animal Farm

If the power these two men hold doesn't scare the living crap out of you, I don't know what would.