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a visitor from England 6/19/07
I am 23 and have worked as a security guard for the last 4 years, patrolling some of the toughest estates in Sheffield all night on my own, including the famous manor estate. as a security guard I have also had to work in remote places on 12 hour night shifts shouldn't really scare easily. One week I received my route and I had been put on a quarry in Doncaster near the new airport. The directions seemed quite simple and I was familiar with the area, no problem. I set off at 6pm due to start an hour later. It was November and the night was closing in with angry looking black gray clouds galloping across the countryside skyline, the route was all remote county lanes very dark and seemed different to when I had been in the area before and I managed to get slightly lost. I spotted a farm that was on the Google map that my boss gave me and eventually got there 10 minutes late.
I pulled my car in through the open wooden gates into a sand covered area. Within the site there was a large corrugated metal warehouse virtually empty, there were other smaller buildings dotted around for various working needs of a quarry. Not far from the car was a wooden cabin that I presumed I was to be based in; as I entered I saw paperwork with our company name on it, which confirmed this. The cabin was used as a canteen area with small tables pushed together in the middle of the room to form one large table and chairs positioned around it, on the wall was a calendar produced by the quarry people with cheesy pictures of workmen stood in hard hats with awards. There was a sideboard with a microwave on it, a kettle and a toaster. I brought all my things from the car, magazines, food, teabags DAMN I forgot my milk, I reached down to open the fridge to see if they had any and I heard the sound of what I can only explain as faint crowd noise. I had presumed the staff had gone home when I didn’t turn up on time and there were no cars except mine and a few job type vehicles outside. There were two small windows in the cabin I tried to peer through them to see if I could anything I couldn’t by now it was black outside. I could hear voices but not what was being said. I grabbed my coat and my torch from the car and went to investigate.
I was walking round somewhere I didn’t know in the black of night with just a torch. The voices were getting clearer and I could establish two male voices and a female voice it sounded as though they were arguing the female had a strong accent. I shouted ‘OI' just as the figures came into view, quickly they seemed to disappear into the night I ran down to where they were and there was no sign of anyone. Slightly puzzled and a little twitchy I headed back the way I came and into the cabin and I was relived to be inside. I locked the door and began to fill in a report as I saw someone on site and all matters of the like have to be recorded.
Report done and I was sat back nodding off when I heard a terrifying high pitched very real scream. I hesitated. Then ran towards the door grabbed my torch and made my way to same spot. Nothing found. The next morning at 06:45am the owner of the quarry turned up ‘Good morning young man, how was it’ he asked.
‘Actually I had a rough night to be honest’ I went on to explain him the story ‘have you had any trouble on here with teenagers ‘ I asked looking up at him.
I saw the color had completely drained from his face he looked more scared than I was the night before when I asked if he were ok he said, ‘I was given charge of this business in 1993 when my farther retired he had owned it since 1964 and in 1981 one of his employees were and his friend were put in prison for the rape and murder of a 16 year old polish immigrant.’ Now the color had drained from my face I staggered out the door and threw up on the sand. The owner apologized for my experience and he walked back into the cabin, as I opened my car door he shouted ‘You are the only person to have spent the night here since the 80s, we had to have someone because a computer was stolen last month.’ I got in my car and reached down to the glove box and pulled a cigarette out; that I have every morning before bed. I lit it as I was driving out and rang my boss, I get his answering service, so I a leave a message ‘Hey Chris I’m not working there again.’
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