About six very long months ago I got the privilege to work as a waitress in a flash new restaurant just on the other side of a well structured town. Now, that job may not be that exciting for many people however this was before my seventeenth birthday and if it meant earning my own money it was perfect. Ever since I was a kid my parents always raised me up with the belief that if I wanted anything I had to work for it.
A month before officially beginning the job the owner conducted an interview after I had signed up. It was a very brief one compared to the others I had experienced over the past couple of years. Believe it or not, he only asked for my age, my ethnicity, my fitness/ health level and my ability to keep secrets. I did not know why on earth the last question came about but I mean, I guess that was his way of hiring people. Besides, I was not one to gossip and I found nothing wrong with it. Although when I did ask him he tried to avoid my gaze and ultimately avoided the question. The pay was good so I didn't dare bring it up and foil my chances of getting the job!
Two days later I got the call. I was the new waitress! He told me I was to begin the following Monday but exams were on then and I asked him whether he could postpone it. I knew I was gambling with fire, who says that to their boss prior to even working there but school was school and I was not willing to compromise my chance to be the best I could possibly be. He didn't take it badly and simply said that two weeks from now was a perfect time to begin. All was well.
A month passed with ease. I finished and completed all twelve examinations and two weeks later, backpack at hand and cell phone in my pocket I boarded the bus and that was that.
But upon arriving I found that it was not open yet. Perhaps I came too early, I thought to myself. But checking the time I was in fact late, by five minutes.
So I rung him and before long he came and opened the door. In the restaurant there was a staircase leading up and he handed me my uniform and I went to go get changed. Walking down the stairs I began to hear shouts of orders and the familiar sounds of food frying. Hmm, I thought to myself, how did they start cooking so fast. I surely wasn't up there for long. Less than ten minutes.
Anyways, I chose not to ask and went and found something to do. Days passed and soon my first week of working at this restaurant was done.
The following week I was supposed to only be working for three days but the other waitress went on "maternity leave" and I was left to do full time. Since I had begun my holidays I didn't really complain but it probably would have been nicer if I could have gone and went on a holiday somewhere, even for a couple of hours. Just to be a kid again.
After time I became an excellent multi tasker. I would text whilst taking peoples orders, and wiping the tables. To add up to this, I wasn't really in the great circle of friends but I did have this one friend who knew how I tired I was and told me to go and talk to my boss. When I told her I'd only been working here for barely a month she came up with a plan. Why couldn't I go on a paid vacation now and return and work for free until I payed it off? At first I was no way in hell doing that but soon the temptations of feeling the warm golden sand beneath my feet got the better of me and I went somewhere I shouldn't have gone.
Upon arriving at my new job the owner made it clear to me that I was never to go into the managers office. I knew not why and when I questioned his reply was it was for the better. Hmm, but he was not there and one had no choice but to go down the alley and knock on the door in the middle of the brick wall.
I knocked and knocked but to no avail. You knew the manager was in there because when the door was locked (from the inside) there was a little fan thing that would go on. Someone was either making a mockery out of me or just plain deaf. So I marched in to complain.
The kitchen is a place us waitresses had not properly set a foot in. It was quite plain and simple, we simply couldn't and weren't allowed to go in. Everyone understood that... everyone except me.
So when I marched in there I was surprised to find nothing. Plain and simple nothing. The room was bear. It was covered in white shinning tiles. It literally looked like one of those rooms that is white you see on the telly. Except for one single light hanging on the ceiling.
Moments later, reality sunk in and I ran. I didn't know what to do. So I went to my fellow friend who was also a waiter. He didn't believe me and when he went in with me the look on his face explained it all.
One thing led to another and soon the whole group of waiters were huddled together in the room. We decided to make a bold decision. There was a door on the other side of the room and it looked like one of those refrigerator room doors. So my friend and I walked ever so slowly and when he jerked open the door the sight of those faces looking up at you would make you loose every hope of sanity you once possessed.
Hundreds, if not thousands of things. I can't explain it... they weren't human. They weren't animals. I'm sure they weren't even beings! They were things. And they were alive. The best way I can explain it is they looked like a mutation between a dog and a human. No, it looked like they were once human but are now dogs. They were completely hairless. Their backs were hunched and they had mini skin hails. And there was a hole right were the nose should have been.
My mind blacked out and when I could remember next I was in a dark room. And it sounded like scratching noises. Like you know when you have a mouse in the roof of your house and it's scratching on the wood for nights on end. Well, yeah it was that sound.
And then it felt as if something was brushing on me. At first it felt like skin but when I reached out and touched it it was wrinkly. Soon, I was surrounded by these things and it was not until (I had the phone in my hand) I received a message I was able to realise where I was.
Time passed. I was taken everywhere. I was stripped of my titles. And I had no other choice but to return, but when I did the customers began to complain.
Some complained about jaw problems, others ear problems. Regular customers would stop eating in the middle of their meals and ask where the scratching noises were coming from. Others would stop chewing and were unable to open their mouths.
Several times paramedics came and eventually we found out that they had maggots. The meat that was cooked contained a very rare parasite. And the people that weren't complaining about a sore jaw or ears soon began seeing worms in their vision. The parasite had reached the brain. And I knew all to well that it was not the meat from animals... but it was them.
So think that every time you take a bite out of food, you never know what it is or what's in it. Even if you own your own farm can you tell me what's exactly in the produce?
Submitted October 14, 2014 at 11:03AM by multicolouredpencils http://ift.tt/11hoNEI nosleep
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