Chapter 1
“I fear not the dark itself, but what may lurk within it.“ -Unknown-
Seems like eons have passed since I started guarding the station although it’s been merely weeks according to the logs. Probably won’t ever understand the reason the government insist on military research in this remote, abandoned location, looking for creative ways to destroy the so called enemies of the free nations, ignorant to the fact they could erase us all. Or maybe they are so dull they can’t or won’t accept the fact even if it slapped them in their dense heads.
Almost forgot to write the log.
Station log, January 1st, 2150, 1410 hours. It’s been two weeks now and as usual, everything is working properly. Thera have been no maintenance issues, no leaks, no power outages and no disturbances at all. The station is completely functional. I spent most of the mornings keeping myself occupied with exercise and reading the instrument manuals for I already finished the books in the library; not that there were many. Walking around the station is fun, at least is big and keeps me moving. I decided to adjust the boiler room and have a cooler temperature; I don’t see the point in having a warm place just to myself. I’m going to spend the rest of the day in the control room. End of log.
Well that was a fucking lie. What I’m gonna do is spend the day trying to get to the labs and research facilities, but I can’t let my employers now that, right? Who knows who’s monitoring the entries in the computer and I may as well lose my job, or worse. I’m glad I learned how to hack the cameras for my use only.
“Good afternoon, Alice.”
“Hey good afternoon to you too, Alice”
I’m pretty sure I am losing my mind already but the silence here is maddening and I need to break it somehow, otherwise my most frightening thoughts will creep from the depths of my mind and won’t be able to cope with that; especially now that the auditory hallucinations have started. I swear I’ve heard footsteps before and I know it wasn’t echo because I was barefoot at that time but better not dwell in that train of thought.
Time goes in a weird way here, sometimes it feels like hours have passed instead of minutes and sometimes it feels like days. Even trying to sleep doesn’t help at all for I feel rested as if eight hours went by, however in reality only four hours passed; I should have brought more books. Whoever came up with the idea that time is relative absolutely nailed it. I think it was Einstein. It’s just past 1800 hours and the only company I have is my damn brain that will not stop going to those dark, horrible places.
After a hard training session in the recreation room - there is a gym there- I’m spending some time monitoring the security cameras; I’m pretty sure I saw something strange a while ago, like a shadow or something that cast a shadow and is bringing me to the edge. What could possibly go there? I’m supposed to be the only one guarding the station, the only being in this remote place unless whatever it is they’re researching or developing here have escaped already. I just need confirmation that I am in fact alone, otherwise I should get the fuck out of here as soon as humanly possible. I wonder if there will be an easier way to unlock the lift to de laboratories - at least that’s what I think the facilities are - or at least get access to the rest of the cameras here.
“Shit” I say to myself as I look a the time: 1155 hours already.
Been here for a couple of hours now and still can’t find any source for the sounds I hear or any movement at all; although it doesn’t help that most of the lights here are dim, as in trying to save power for a reason. Maybe the generator is defective but if that’s the case, why isn’t there a crew repairing it or changing it?
“Ground control this is Alice. There’s something odd happening here and I think you should know it. I don’t know if the isolation if making me lose my mind or there’s something here with me but, I’ve been hearing footsteps, clanking noises as well as seeing… things or shadows. Also the power here seems to be not enough for the station, as the lights are always dim; wouldn’t hurt to send a repairing crew or giving me access to the whole station, I can only go to the main deck and the boiler room. Awaiting further instructions.”
That should be enough. I surely hope so. Quick stop to the dinning room for a bite and now is time to call it a day.
“Good night, Alice.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
I’m starting to consider I really need help.
