Youngstown Demon
You wake in the morning and shower, taking the time to shave your legs and pubes today. When you are finished, you do your hair, get dressed, and leave for another day at the office. As you step out of your front door one of them says “Today”.
The first several hours pass the same as any other, menial desk work, filing, and answering the phone.
Things become more interesting at 2:30 when Mr. Morton arrives. He introduces himself and you direct him to sit. You take a few minutes to look over the nervous man as he takes a seat. He has huge bug eyes and a bald head. He wears a suit jacket and tie. There is a groove on his finger where a ring normally sits, but the finger is bare of jewelry today. Staring at him as he reads through the National Geographic magazine, probably searching for native titties, you can sense a darkness emanating from him; an evil aura.
You pick up the phone and page Mr. Adler to let him know that his client is here to see him. Adler is out in no time to greet the man and take him back into his office, making small chat along the way.
The rest of the day passes in monotony, the seconds of the clock ticking by and gradually becoming minutes, the minutes ever so slowly becoming hours.
Finally the end of the day comes and you clean up your desk before heading out to the elevator You get everything doe pretty quickly today and head out to the elevator as it’s sole occupant. The elevator jerks a little on the way down, but otherwise the ride leaves you no worse for the wear.
At last you reach the ground floor and you make your way to the doors. No one else is down here save for security. Looks like you beat the usual rush.
The security guard doesn't say goodbye like he usually does; kind of just ignores you and you briefly wonder what his problem is before deciding that it doesn't matter. You weren't put here to mingle, you have a purpose.
Outside, a breeze stirs up after you’ve taken only a few steps. It hits you with a sudden intensity and pushes you in a westerly direction.
“He works in mysterious ways,” you mutter.
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NOTE:The image on this page is apparently a live updating image of downtown Youngstown, I assumed it was just a still when I posted it.
The first several hours pass the same as any other, menial desk work, filing, and answering the phone.
Things become more interesting at 2:30 when Mr. Morton arrives. He introduces himself and you direct him to sit. You take a few minutes to look over the nervous man as he takes a seat. He has huge bug eyes and a bald head. He wears a suit jacket and tie. There is a groove on his finger where a ring normally sits, but the finger is bare of jewelry today. Staring at him as he reads through the National Geographic magazine, probably searching for native titties, you can sense a darkness emanating from him; an evil aura.
You pick up the phone and page Mr. Adler to let him know that his client is here to see him. Adler is out in no time to greet the man and take him back into his office, making small chat along the way.
The rest of the day passes in monotony, the seconds of the clock ticking by and gradually becoming minutes, the minutes ever so slowly becoming hours.
Finally the end of the day comes and you clean up your desk before heading out to the elevator You get everything doe pretty quickly today and head out to the elevator as it’s sole occupant. The elevator jerks a little on the way down, but otherwise the ride leaves you no worse for the wear.
At last you reach the ground floor and you make your way to the doors. No one else is down here save for security. Looks like you beat the usual rush.
The security guard doesn't say goodbye like he usually does; kind of just ignores you and you briefly wonder what his problem is before deciding that it doesn't matter. You weren't put here to mingle, you have a purpose.
Outside, a breeze stirs up after you’ve taken only a few steps. It hits you with a sudden intensity and pushes you in a westerly direction.
“He works in mysterious ways,” you mutter.
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NOTE:The image on this page is apparently a live updating image of downtown Youngstown, I assumed it was just a still when I posted it.
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