Jason knew the brick office building was a repurposed psychiatric hospital. During his tour of the building on his first day of work several of his new coworkers warned him not to be last one to leave, never to stay after dark without someone expecting you at home by a specific time, and never to go into the basement alone.
Certain the warnings were jokes every new-hire had to endure, Jason nevertheless matched the serious facial expressions and conspiratorial tones of voice when acknowledging the friendly advice.
But by the time his tour guide led him to the basement, Jason wasn't so sure all those warnings had been jokes. Brick cells lined the outer walls, interiors visible where solid steel doors stood ajar. One cell was used as a storage room for copier paper. When the overhead bare light bulb was flicked on, Jason saw iron rings mortared into the brick. From those rings hung iron chains with metal cuffs that would have locked around an ankle or wrist.
Spooky, huh? A voice whispered from behind. The whisper was followed by a metallic click followed by the sound of a chain being dropped. Jason felt the sudden weight on his left arm as the light went out.
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