We drove back to the office at speed, jumped out, ran into the office and began
packing up our things. As we were about to open the office door I caught sight of
the main gate on the monitor.. There were cloaked, hooded figures, like the one we had just seen, walking back and forth through the entrance. It was at this point that our nerves started to break.
Lynn suddenly spun round to face the office door, she'd heard someone or something outside. We all remained silent, the noise came again. It was the sound of footsteps walking up and down close to the office door.. This went on for over half an hour. To add insult to injury, streaks of white light whizzed past the window at a rate of knots, absolute terror gripped us. Whatever was here didn't want us to leave or maybe it was just playing with us or worse.There was no other way off this site, we had to go through those gates, but first we had to get from the office to the van
The Great Escape
Pure evil had this site in his grip and we were right in the middle of it, there was
nothing we could do but pray and pray like we'd never prayed before.
Eventually the footsteps stopped and we summoned up enough courage to make a run for the van. I started the engine, in my panic I accidentally put it into reverse. I slammed my foot down hard on the accelerator and shot backwards, hitting the office wall. My bumper was damaged but thankfully there was no damage done to the wall. Putting the van into first gear I screeched away. With eyes closed and holding my breath I went through the gate, passing right through those shadows. By the time we reached that dangerous bend I must have been doing fifty miles per hour. I skidded round it, almost tipping the whole van over in doing so, not stopping until we reached the top of the lane We parked up in a siding. Poor Lynn was physically sick and I was shaking from head to foot, Brenden just there like a zombie, when he did finally speak, he asked us what the bang was as we passed through the gate, he said it sounded like someone hitting the side of the van Both Lynn and I heard it but at the time we was more concerned with getting away.
It was a offence to leave a site unguarded, in fact you could lose your job if you did but under the circumstances we felt justified in doing so, but who was going to believe such a story. I may have got it all on video but we were sure that everyone would say it was "flaws" on the CCTV Cameras or a technical problem with my camcorder. So we spent the rest of the shift parked up the lane, we could see the whole site from there and could keep an eye out for real flesh and blood intruders.
After an hour or so had passed, Lynn noticed how cold it had become, it was not like a normal coldness, this seemed to cut right through you. It wasn't until the van began to shake, that we realised we were not alone, something else was in there with us. We then realised what the ''bang'' was, something had jumped into the van.
When Lynn felt her hair being stroked she became hysterical, Brenden had to slap her out of it. It then started on me by touching the left side of my face, I ignored it. I thought about driving away but I was afraid that the van may go out of control, possibly killing us all, so I abandoned the idea and stayed. The shaking started again and became so bad that we were forced to get out. Eventually, it stopped and we got back inside. We had no more trouble for the rest of the shift
Home Sweet Home
A new problem now faced us, we had to go back to the site at 6am to make the final
check call to the sites head office. At 5.50am we all looked at each other,
bowed our heads and said one last pray. When we got back on site there was
nothing on the cameras and everything was back to normal. At 6.05 we raced off the
site and headed for home. Little did we know that the worst was yet to come.
I took Lynn home and went in with her. When we walked into the sitting
room, we thought she'd been burgled, photos where hanging off the wall, the Bible
had been thrown onto the floor, ornaments were broken, cushions had been thrown
around the room, then she noticed finger marks in the dusty film on top of the television, they were long, thin and bony. It wasn't so much what we saw but what we couldn't see. What was on the end of those fingers? The blood froze in our veins. Suddenly, we heard the taps running in the bathroom, I ran to check but nothing was in there, well nothing you could see that is.. Whatever it was stayed and tormented Lynn for over a month before leaving.
