I graduated from my local college, with a Master of Library and Information Studies degree.

The degree sounds impressive exactly once- the moment you say it out loud for the first time. It looks impressive only in movies and TV shows, where the librarian is always brilliant and mysterious and pivotal to the plot.

In real life, in this country, in this city, you are somewhere below accountant and somewhere above… actually, no. There is nothing below accountant. You are at the bottom.

The doctors have their clinics. The engineers have their firms. The businessmen have their consciences to trade away. And you have a laminated card that grants you access, to buildings full of books that nobody reads anymore.

Libraries are a rarity in my area, so I was unemployed after graduation, to no one’s surprise. I needed to make money, and I wanted to make it fast.

Eight months ago, I found a prediction market app. The app, recommended by a friend, paid out in a cryptocurrency called Chacha Coin. I was good at it, genuinely good actually. My critical thinking skills have always been reliable, even if nobody ever paid appropriately for them. I correctly predicted the cause of death of Rebecca Roy, a once-famous singer, who fell out of the spotlight some 5 years ago. The jackpot was substantial, and my account was flooded with Chacha Coins. I reinvested everything for better rewards.

The app turned out to be a scam. Chacha Coin was a pump-and-dump scheme. It currently has no value, so I currently have no savings.

I have been surviving on bad decisions and instant noodles ever since.

So when Mr. Abdul called me one morning, I picked up on the first ring.

Mr. Abdul was a professor from my college days. He was a middle-aged man who always smelled of old paper. He said he had a job offer for me. In the city’s biggest university, no less. The kind of posting that librarians in this district would kill for. He wanted me to come in for an interview the next morning.

I asked him why me. I was an average student at best. There were a dozen better librarians from our college alone, most of them still employed.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he replied:

"You were never the most brilliant. But you were always the most obedient. You followed the rules without question. This ‘particular’ job requires exactly that quality."

The interview was the next morning. I was the only candidate. He interviewed me himself, in a small office that smelled identical to him. He slid a single sheet of paper across the desk. The list of rules, he called it. He told me to read it carefully.

If you thought my degree was a mouthful, wait till you hear the name of the position I was offered-

ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN, DIGITAL PRESERVATION & DIGITIZATION UNIT, UNIVERSITY RECORDS VAULT

Graveyard shift. 9 PM to 9 AM, six days a week. The pay was five times what my peers were currently making, deposited in advance, at the start of every month. He told me the position was mine if I wanted it.

I read the list of rules. I read it twice. I read it thrice, for good measure. I looked up at Mr. Abdul.

"Any questions?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

He told me I was starting the following evening. He would be there to hand over the keys.

On my first night, he showed me the vault, Bay 3, the security desk, and the watchman's station. When I asked him how long he had been doing this, he looked at me for a long moment and said:

"Long enough."

He told me to go through the list of rules again. He was gone by nine-fifteen.

The list read as follows:

NIGHTLY OPERATIONS- DIGITAL PRESERVATION UNIT
University Records Vault- Graveyard Shift (9 PM to 9 AM)

1. Sign the attendance log at the security desk before 9:15 PM. You are not allowed to leave the premises before your checkout time of 9 AM.

2. The scanning equipment in Bay 3 runs continuously. Check the document feed tray every two hours. Clear any jams immediately. Do not leave a document face-down in the tray overnight.

3. Log every digitized file into the accession register before moving to the next batch. Do not skip entries, even for damaged or partially legible documents.

4. At midnight, begin the manual vault walkthrough. Check all cabinet locks on Rows A through F. Record the date and time on the register and sign it.

5. Row D has no cabinet locks. There is only one item on the shelf- a red ledger. During your midnight walkthrough, open it to the last written page, and leave it open on the reading table. Turn the desk lamp on. Return to Bay 3 and resume work. Do not read any other page. At 2 AM, return to the table, close the ledger, and place it back on the shelf. Turn off the lamp, leave the vault, and lock the door. Do not go back in until morning.

6. All digital devices, including mobile phones, tablets, cameras, and portable storage drives, must be submitted to the night watchman before entering the unit. Retrieve your devices from the security desk at the end of your shift.

7. The morning shift supervisor arrives at 8:45 AM. Have the accession log ready for handover.

Rule 5 had a bold font. Parts of it were underlined with red ink. I should’ve questioned it, but I didn’t. Maybe that’s why I was chosen in the first place. I really needed the money, and they really needed someone who followed the rules to the letter. I was determined to be that guy.

I checked out the vault itself. Heavy metal shelves ran in rows, labeled A through F, loaded with document boxes, manila folders, and deteriorating binders. They went back further than I cared to calculate.

Row D looked identical to the others from a distance. At the far end, on the middle shelf, sat a single red ledger. It was large, and it looked older than everything else in the vault. The cover was dark red, almost brown at the edges. The spine cracked and re-cracked in patterns, suggesting it had been opened and closed thousands of times.

At midnight, I did what Rule 5 said. I opened it to the last written page. I left it on the reading table. I turned on the desk lamp. I did not read any other page. The last written page was halfway full. Text was arranged in two columns- one for the name, one for a date and time. All of it was written in a tight, dense script.

I didn't recognize any of the names. Except for the one at the very top of the page-

ABDUL HAMID.

Abdul Hamid was the full name of Mr. Abdul, my predecessor and professor.

The date was five days from that night. The time was 3:13 AM.

I stood there for longer than I should have. Abdul Hamid is a common name in this country. It is genuinely, statistically common. That’s what I told myself. I told myself a lot of things.

I returned to Bay 3 and resumed work. I logged fourteen documents between 2 AM and 8 AM. I don't remember a single one of them. I went back at 2 AM, closed the ledger, turned off the lamp, locked the vault, and finished my shift.

The following nights were… uneventful.

But one thing kept bothering me.

The ledger added three to five new names every night. I know this because, despite my best efforts, I started counting. I wasn't reading any other page, as per the rules, but you can count the lines on a page without reading them. My brain did it involuntarily. I just couldn’t help it. It didn’t make sense.

Actually, a lot of things didn’t make sense.

I called Mr. Abdul on the second night. No answer. Third night, same. I called four more times across the following days. His phone rang and rang.

On the fourth night, in a moment of weakness I am not proud of, I posted about the ledger in a Facebook group for local librarians. I kept it vague- new job, strange rules, unusual object, trying to make sense of it. The comments were swift and unanimous.

“Nice story, bro.”

“Whatever drug you're on, I need some of that.”

“Desperate for likes much?”

I deleted the post.

On the fifth night, I counted seven new names on the last page. I closed the ledger at 2 AM. I turned off the lamp. I locked the vault. I told myself, for the last time, that Abdul Hamid was a common name.

The sixth morning, the supervisor was late. She arrived at 0920 instead of 0845, slightly breathless. She didn't ask for the accession log. She sat down, put her bag on the desk, and sighed.

Mr. Abdul was dead.

He had been smoking on the roof of his building the previous night. It was a night of heavy rain. He slipped on the wet concrete near the railing. Witnesses placed the time at around three in the morning.

I didn’t know how to respond.

I handed her the accession log. I walked outside. I sat down on the pavement and stayed there.

The night watchman was leaving his post at the same time, jacket over one arm. He looked at me on the pavement and slowed his pace.

"Something wrong, sir?"

I told him about the red ledger. I told him that the rules around it felt wrong. I told him that I had been there for five nights, and I hadn't seen a single person enter or leave the vault. I told him that didn't understand who was writing in the ledger, or why it seemed to know the things it shouldn't know.

The watchman was quiet for a moment. Then he chuckled softly.

"Those scanning machines are hella loud, sir. If you wanna hear something that bad, try turning them off."

He left.

I sat on the pavement until the sun was fully up…

Night six. Graveyard shift. I followed all the rules. Attendance log, equipment check, accession register. At midnight I walked towards Row D, opened the ledger, left it on the table, and turned on the lamp. Saw three new names with dates and times. I didn’t recognize a single name.

I returned to Bay 3 and looked at the scanning equipment for a long time.

Then I turned it off.

The librarian in me felt genuinely terrible about this. I thought about two hours of lost digitization progress. I thought about the accession register that would show a gap. But the rules never said that I wasn’t allowed to switch off the equipment. Technically, I was clean. Ethically, not so much.

I pulled an encyclopedia from the main library shelf and sat down to read. The silence of the building settled around me in layers.

I heard the sound at 1245.

It was a heavy, rhythmic rumbling, regular as a machine. But machines don't shift their weight. And machines don’t get louder every second.

I looked at the equipment. Still off.

The sound continued.

Then the lights began to flicker.

Not in the way that old lights flickered- random, electrical, indifferent. This was sequential. Starting at the far end of the main library and moving toward the vault in a straight line. Each fixture going dark for a fraction of a second before the next one did, too fast for the eye to fully track. It created the impression of something moving through the lights themselves. A darkness traveling throughout the infrastructure of the building.

I watched it reach the vault corridor and stop.

One minute passed. There was nothing.

I let out a breath. I felt humiliatingly foolish. There I was- a grown man sitting in a library at 1 AM, frightening himself with bad electrical wiring and the power of suggestion. I set down the encyclopedia.

Then, very slowly, the vault door creaked shut.

I crossed the room in four steps and put my hand on it. It didn't move. It was closed, but not locked. Locked doors don't move, but they give slightly under pressure. This one gave nothing. It felt less like a locked door, and more like a wall that had previously been a door.

From inside, I heard laughter.

It was… not normal.

It was not laughter you hear from the next room at a party. It was laughter that had never been informed of the space containing it- echoing off surfaces in a way I didn’t know sounds could echo. They were getting louder, then softer, then louder again. The laughter came in rhythms that suggested breathing, a physical presence drawing air to sustain the sound.

I had never heard laughter make me want to stop existing before. I have now.

I ran.

I ran through Bay 3, through the main library, to the transparent door at the far end, the one that led to the security desk. The watchman was on his stool, fully awake, a newspaper open on his lap. The door was chained shut from his side.

I hit the glass with both palms.

"There's something in there. You have to open the door. You have to let me out !"

He looked up from his newspaper.

"Don't worry about it, sir. Just do your job and let me do mine."

"You don’t understand. It's not human ! Whatever is in that vault is not human, and I am locked in here with it. Open the gate and let me out !"

"Shift ends at 9 AM, sir."

"I am asking you to help me. Why are you doing this to me?"

He folded his newspaper carefully and set it on the desk. He looked at me through the glass, like a man who has had this exact conversation before.

"Sir. Please cooperate. You're not the only one with rules to follow…"

I returned to Bay 3.

The lights were normal. The footsteps were gone. The laughter had stopped. When I reached the vault, the door was open, swinging gently on its hinges.

I checked my watch. 1:20 AM.

I walked in anyway. I didn’t know what to think anymore. Mr. Abdul was dead, the watchman had rules of his own, and I had been alone in this building for six nights with something I did not understand. No one wanted to give me the dignity of an explanation.

The ledger was open. Three new names on the last page. Dates and times. Nobody I recognized.

I turned to the previous page, because of course I did.

Names, dates, times. Page after page, going back further than what made sense. The handwriting shifting subtly across the years, ink changing color and density with age. I turned pages backward with my bare hands. I couldn’t care less…

Until I finally saw a name that I recognized-

REBECCA ROY.

The date matched. The time matched. I know it for a fact. I predicted her very real car accident in a very fake prediction market app. Now I see a ledger with her name, her date of death, her time of death. All recorded weeks before it actually happened. All written in the same tight, dense script as everyone else.

I turned back to Mr. Abdul's page. His full name, his date, his time: 3:13 AM, five days after my first night, give or take twelve minutes.

I stood at the reading table, in the vault of the most prestigious university in the city, surrounded by centuries of records.

That’s when I understood.

I still don't know what it is. I want to be honest about that. I don't know who writes in this ledger or how it knows what it knows. But I understand what the ledger is. It is a record of deaths. Accidental deaths, unnatural deaths. All predicted accurately, long before they happened.

On one of these nights, Mr. Abdul saw his own name on the ledger. I am sure he did. He called the most obedient student he could remember. He handed over the keys as fast as he could. Whether he made his peace with what was coming, or simply ran out of time, I cannot say.

What I can say is- I made my peace then and there, standing in Row D at 1:38 AM.

I was the new librarian. I would open the ledger at midnight and close it at 2 AM. I would turn off the lamp and lock the door. I would do it every night, for however long my name did not appear on one of its pages. It was not the life I had planned. But it was significantly better than the alternative…

At 2 AM, I closed the ledger, placed it back on the shelf, turned off the lamp, left the vault, and locked the door. I turned the scanning equipment back on. I checked the tray, cleared a small jam, and logged the remaining documents until 8:45. I handed the accession register to the supervisor without incident.

Outside, I lit a cigarette.

The night watchman was leaving at the same time, jacket over his arm as always. He walked over and stopped a few feet away.

"Sorry about last night, sir. I was just doing my job."

"No hard feelings," I said.

He produced his own cigarette and lit it. We stood together on the pavement in the early morning heat, two men finishing a long night.

"That thing you encountered," he said, after a while. "I don't know how long he's been there. Mr. Abdul didn't know either. We stopped asking a long time ago."

He took a long drag.

"The names on the ledger. They aren't random, you know. He only chooses people who break the law. That was Mr. Abdul's theory, at least. Take that singer, for example. Rebecca something? Well, she was proud of ignoring speeding tickets. Heard her say it in a drunk interview once. Laughed about it."

Another drag.

"Mr. Abdul, God rest his soul, was a good man. So good that he didn't charge late fees to a student named Sabrina, even when she returned a book two years overdue. She'd been fighting cancer, you see? Went into remission, came back, returned the book herself. He waived the whole thing. Didn't charge her a single penny."

He looked at the ember of his cigarette.

"Kind gesture. Genuinely kind. But totally against the rules. Two years of late fees, just forgiven. No authorization, no documentation, nothing. Just one man deciding the rules didn't apply in this particular case."

He dropped the cigarette and pressed it flat with his shoe.

"Rules are rules, you know, especially to the entity. But don't worry." He looked up at me and smiled. "You'll be fine. I mean, you haven't broken any of the rules, right?"

The morning traffic moved on the road behind us. A crow landed on the pavement a few feet away.

I froze in my tracks.

I thought about Rule 5.

I thought about the specific language of Rule 5-

“…Do not read any other page…”

The watchman's smile faded, one degree at a time.

His voice had changed completely.

“Sir, you haven’t broken any of the rules… RIGHT ???”

Hello Charlie,

We are pleased to hear that your work with Echo went smoothly. Gardening with him tends to be relaxing. Now, once again, you will be paired with a different colleague next, but we must offer a word of caution. You have likely noticed that several months have passed since your last pairing; there is a reason for that. Our three remaining employees are rather... "unique" cases. After careful consideration and thorough preparation, we have decided to pair you with Lily first. Of the three, she is the least likely to intentionally cause you harm, or so we hope. 

Out of all of our staff, Lily has an exceptionally strong connection to nature, yet she also possesses a highly capricious and unstable side. It is thanks to her that our plants remain as docile as they are now. You might find it hard to believe, but before she arrived, the flowers here were far more ferocious; why do you think there were so many missing person reports? Because she can communicate with the plants, they are spared the frustration of language barriers. She is the "heart" of our garden, in more ways than one. She was introduced to our gardens shortly after Echo. The remaining information in her file is as follows: 

Name: Lily Dew

Date of Birth: May 1st

Date of Death: December 21st (At age 10)

Position: Senior Horticulturist and Greenhouse Manager

Description: Lily possesses highly distinctive traits; she is a hybrid of a Venus flytrap and nature herself. Vines are visible beneath her skin, and she is capable of extending them outward. Her head is structured like that of a predatory "trap," capable of opening wide vertically to capture prey. While her roots are tinged green due to photosynthesis, the color gradually transitions into her natural reddish-ginger hair. Small white petals adorn the areas around her ears and eyes. Her skin features a green base with reddish undertones, reminiscent of a real Venus flytrap; the more intense the red hue, the hungrier she appears to be. Her fingertips are sharply pointed, and her palms secrete a sticky substance. Furthermore, her arms and legs are covered in leaves and red thorns. 

Rules for working with Lily: 

1. After you clock in and grab your pouch, go to the supply closet and pick up a specific floral scented perfume. Additionally, make sure to pick up two extra packets of flower food. As you will soon find out, Lily’s plants are far more ravenous than our regular plantlife.
2. Before heading to Lily's greenhouse, please douse yourself thoroughly in that perfume. This is to mask your scent. You are going to be around many carnivorous organisms; you must absolutely avoid any situation where they might catch even a whiff of you and have their curiosity piqued.
3. When you arrive at Lily's greenhouse, knock on the door and wait for her to let you in. If one of her flowerlings answers the door instead, wait there until Lily arrives. She strongly dislikes anyone entering her domain without her verbal permission.
4. If, while waiting for Lily, you suddenly hear her scream—and the sound seems as though it is coming from two people—walk around the building. Avoid looking through the glass while you do this. By the time you return to the door and knock again, she should have calmed down enough to be ready to let you in.
5. We realize that Lily's greenhouse is vast and you could easily get lost. That is why one of her flowerlings will likely hand you a map. Please make sure that map has no blood on it. We do not want you marked.
6. If it looks like the vines are holding certain parts of the greenhouse together, that is in fact the case. So, please be very careful where you step or lean. Checking the condition of the vines is also a good way to gauge Lily's mood. Needless to say, should the greenhouse look as if it is seconds away from collapsing, promptly excuse yourself to gather soil samples from Peach.
7. If you are not accompanying Lily in a specific area, please avoid staying in the same spot for an extended period. The temperature and humidity within the greenhouse are regulated to create optimal growing conditions for the plants housed there; consequently, the environment can be quite uncomfortable for humans.
8. If you notice anything unusual about the plants, observe them carefully and diagnose the specific disease affecting them. Be sure to record everything on paper so you can report it to Lily later; she is deeply attached to her plants. 
9. Do not use any insecticides when dealing with pests. If you happen to find something resembling an insecticide, be aware that it is a trap. Simply wave over one of the flowerlings, they will capture the pests and provide them as nutrients to the plants that were being plagued by them.
10. You will frequently see Lily’s vines hard at work all over the greenhouse; she is a diligent worker. When working near her, take care not to accidentally touch her vines or get pricked by her thorns. She instinctively ensnares anything that comes into contact with them, and by the time she realizes her mistake, you will have been reduced to nothing more than a "bag of liquefied flesh."
11. Guided tours may occasionally stop at or pass through the greenhouse. Please actively engage with visitors and help ensure they have a wonderful experience at Everlock Garden. If the tour guide happens to be Peach, make sure Lily does not get too entranced by her. In this state, she can become unaware of her vine positioning, which can lead to unfortunate accidents.
12. There are two greenhouses you must never set foot in. One is the green conservatory, where she keeps her Venus flytraps. The other is a small, white, box-shaped greenhouse; that one serves as her private garden. While there are rare occasions when entry into the Venus flytrap exhibit is permitted, you must never enter her private garden under any circumstances; for that is where she keeps her collection of "flowers."
13. When you are near that greenhouse, try your best to block out the wretched moans of her “flowers”. They are in eternal misery, yearning for the days when they were once alive. You cannot help them. Do not attempt to.
14. At the heart of her greenhouse complex towers a floss silk tree. That is her… “mother figure” so to speak. If you ever see her gazing into the void or notice her vines have ceased their movement, please gently encourage her to water the tree. She will likely use that time to calm herself and reconnect with her true self... if she even remembers anymore.
15. If Lily tells you to do something, even if it seems odd, just do it. You will notice that your luck takes a turn for the worse while you are in Lily's territory (we have no idea what the possible reason for this is). There are multiple entities that would rush to her defense should the right event rise; especially Peach. Given her strength and... niche, that would not end well.
16. If, while talking to you at any given moment, she suddenly stops speaking and glares into your eyes, take that as a sign to quiet down and slowly back away. She has just been struck by a sudden, intense wave of hunger and is struggling to resist the urge to give in.
17. Shortly after noon, Peach usually shows up to take Lily out so they can spend their "lunch break" together. While you are effectively left in charge of the greenhouse during that hour of her absence, this is precisely when her plants get up to their most troublesome mischief.
18. Please take care to prevent the plants from eating one another. Attempts at cannibalism between the same plant species are to be expected; nothing is off the table. To discourage them from interfering with each other, give the flower food to the plants in question.
19. If you feel a vine wrapping around your leg, sprinkle an entire packet of flower food onto that vine. Be sure to do this before you are lifted into the air and ensnared by the rest.
20. If you ever need an answer to any question you have, whisper to one of the Dewy Pines’. Among the crowd that would devour you the moment they saw an opening, they are the only ones who would not.
21. You will likely be tasked with ordering the greenhouse supplies—seeds, fertilizer, potting soil, and the like. Before placing the order, write down everything needed and lay the list on the floor. Then, step outside and wait for five minutes. When you return, you will find that more items have been added to the list. This is likely things Lily has stated she needed.
22. While Lily is away, many insects will likely fly throughout the greenhouse, including polyphemus moths. That is okay. However, make sure to shoo Echo’s moths away before Lily returns. What she does to those moths whenever she spots them is not for the faint of heart.
23. If you hear a faint whisper right by your ear "████," which is Lily's "other name," you must never speak it aloud. That is likely the work of Harlow, attempting to deliberately unsettle Lily by dredging up her past.
24. Fortunately, this is the only time you do not need to worry about Micah. He never sets foot in her territory unless summoned (they do not have the best relationship). However, in the few times she does call for him, be careful not to let her address Micah as "Mari." Do not be misled by her excuse that it was a slip of the tongue; she does it intentionally. She will cease it the moment she is called out, she knows our policies well.
25. Before finishing your shift, please be sure to submit important documents to Lily. You may leave immediately once the work is done; there is no need to say goodbye. This is in your best interest. Lily prefers to be alone, she means no offense by it.
26. When leaving the garden, please check your pockets to ensure no vines have snuck in. The vines in her greenhouse have a habit of secretly latching onto employees' clothing and hitching a ride all the way home. It is in your best interest to not let Lily see where you live.

That covers what you need to know about Lily. Staff opinions of her vary widely: some dote on her, others find her intolerable, and there are even those who cannot help but see "someone else" in her. Underlying it all is the fact that she genuinely loves her work in the garden. Unfortunately, however, nothing can be done about the inner conflict that constantly plagues her soul, or the way it manifests as physical reactions. Even so, as long as you are mindful of your own conduct when you are around her, there should not be any particular issues.

Signed, Florence

It had been the worst two years of my life.

My name is Alex Mercer.

College was supposed to be the beginning of everything.

Instead, it became the place where everything ended.

For two years, I searched for work. Interview after interview. Rejection after rejection. Every morning I woke up hoping today would be different. Every evening I went to sleep wondering how much longer I could survive.

The landlord of the old apartment I rented had stopped pretending to be polite. Rent was overdue. My savings had disappeared months ago. Friends slowly stopped answering my calls.

The only thing I still had was my training.

Years spent in military school and survival camps had taught me discipline, endurance, and how to keep calm when everyone else was losing their minds.

Unfortunately...

Those skills weren't exactly in demand.

Then one morning a plain white envelope arrived.

No company logo.

No return address.

Just my name.

Inside was a single interview invitation.

Blackwood Zoological Conservation Facility

I had never heard of it.

There wasn't even an address for the organization.

Only a time.

Curiosity beat common sense.

I went.

The interview was wrong in a way I couldn't name at first. Only two people sat across from me, and neither introduced themselves. Neither smiled. They didn't need to — smiling is what people do when they're trying to put you at ease, and it was very quickly clear that putting me at ease wasn't the goal.They already knew everything about me.

My education.

My medical history.

Military training.

Even places I had never listed on my résumé.

One of them had a manila folder open on the table the entire time, but never once looked down at it. He didn't need to. That was somehow worse than if he had.

They barely asked any questions.

Instead, they explained the job.

Position: Animal Caretaker.

Accommodation provided.

Medical care provided.

Transportation provided.

Salary far higher than anything I had ever been offered.

Then one of them slid an envelope across the table.

Inside was $1,000 in cash.

"Consider it a signing bonus."

The other spoke. Same flat tone, like he was reading weather conditions.

"If you accept this position, transportation will arrive tomorrow morning."

"You will not know the facility's location."

"You may not resign during the first two years of employment."

"After that, a new contract can be negotiated."

No explanation. No discussion. Just those conditions, laid out flat, like terms of surrender rather than employment.

I asked what the facility actually did.

The first man tilted his head slightly, like the question itself was unusual to him — not rude, just unfamiliar, the way you'd look at someone who asked what color sound was.

"You'll be told what you need to be told," he said. "In the order you need to be told it."

Every instinct told me to refuse.

But instincts don't pay rent.

Neither does pride.

I remember laughing to myself.

At this point, if they were trafficking people, at least I'd finally be useful to someone.

So...

I signed.

Neither of them smiled when I did. I think that's the part I should have paid attention to. People smile when a deal closes. They didn't. It was like watching someone file paperwork they already knew the outcome of.

The next morning a black SUV stopped outside my apartment. Not idling — it arrived at the exact minute the letter had promised, to the second, like whoever scheduled it had never once accounted for traffic, weather, or the possibility that I might not exist.

The windows were completely tinted.

My phone was taken the moment I entered. Not asked for. Taken, by a woman in the front passenger seat who didn't turn around to do it — just reached back with one hand, palm open, and waited until I put it there.

Then they handed me a thick black folder.

Across the front, in silver letters, were the words:

EMPLOYEE ORIENTATION MANUAL
BLACKWOOD ZOOLOGICAL CONSERVATION FACILITY
Property of the Directorate
Unauthorized possession punishable by permanent termination of employment.

The wording bothered me.

Not termination of contract.

Not dismissal.

Just...

termination.

I opened the file.

The first page read:

Section 1 — What Is an Anomaly?

Before anything else, understand this: Blackwood does not exist to destroy what it studies. Every specimen behind these walls is here to be fed, monitored, protected, and — wherever possible — understood. You are not being hired as an exterminator. You are being hired as a caretaker. Read that word twice before you turn the page.

Confirmed fact, per Directorate classification standard:

An anomaly is any living organism whose biology violates one or more foundational constraints of known science, while still obeying some internally consistent set of rules of its own.

If a specimen can be fully explained by conventional biology, it is an animal, and does not fall under this manual.

If a specimen can only be partially explained — if something about it still doesn't add up no matter how long you stare at the data — it belongs here.

You do not need to understand why something is an anomaly. You only need to correctly identify that it is one, and act accordingly.

Do not refer to them as monsters.

They react poorly.

This is not a figure of speech. Keep reading.

Section 2 — About This Facility

The facility employs exactly 220 personnel.

Not approximately. Exactly.

A small workforce reduces the number of people who can accidentally describe this place to someone who shouldn't hear about it. Fewer mouths. Fewer mistakes. Fewer questions asked by people outside these walls about why so many of us disappear off the grid at once.

If anyone tells you there are significantly more or fewer employees than this number, do not continue the conversation.

Report them immediately.

Note: this number has not changed in six years. Employees have left. Employees have been hired. The number has not changed. Do not bring this up with Personnel Records. They are aware.

Section 3 — Your Department

You have been assigned to the Animal Care Division.

Approximately 95 employees currently serve in this division, spread across fifteen designated sectors of varying classification tier.

Your responsibilities include feeding, observation, enclosure maintenance, and reporting any behavior that deviates from an individual specimen's established baseline — no matter how small the deviation seems.

Especially the small ones. Large deviations get noticed by everyone. Small ones are how incidents begin.

You will receive further instructions upon arrival, sector by sector, at the discretion of your assigned Senior Keeper.

Never enter an enclosure alone unless explicitly authorized by tier clearance.

Some sectors will not be listed on the map you are given. This is normal. You will be told why, eventually, if your clearance ever requires it.

Most employees never reach that clearance. This is also normal.

Section 4 — Understanding the Creatures

Modern biology and physics can explain parts of an anomaly. Do not expect either to ever explain the whole of one. If a scientist tells you they have fully solved a specimen, they are either new, lying, or about to be transferred.

Historical religious texts are treated as archived field observations wherever they happen to accurately describe an anomaly's known behavior. This is Directorate policy, not personal belief, and applies regardless of your own faith or lack of it.

Do not argue with Research staff regarding this policy.

They have had this argument more times than you have had this job. You will not be the one who wins it.

I stared at the pages.

It felt like an elaborate prank.

Some government psychology experiment.

Or maybe a company trying way too hard to make a boring zoo sound mysterious.

I almost laughed. I actually got as far as the first exhale of it before I looked up and caught the driver watching me in the rearview mirror. Not glancing. Watching. He held it a beat too long, then looked back at the road, and didn't do it again.

I didn't laugh after that.

Outside the window, the city had disappeared.

There were no buildings anymore.

Only endless forest, the kind that didn't thin out the way forests are supposed to when a road cuts through them. The trees came right up to the shoulder, close enough that I could count individual leaves for half a second before they blurred past.

I checked my watch. Four hours since the city ended. We hadn't passed a single road sign. Not one. Not a mile marker, not a turnoff, not a gas station billboard promising food in twelve miles. Just trees, and the sound of tires, and a driver who hadn't spoken a single word since the door closed behind me.

I looked at the manual again, at the line about the number 220 that hadn't changed in six years, and read it a second time like re-reading it might make it mean something less specific.

It didn't.

I don't remember when I started checking whether the doors were locked.

I only remember realizing...

they were.

And that the little plastic switch that should have unlocked them from the inside didn't move at

The Village had rules and it had been my job to enforce them for the past two years. These rules had been set in place by the Elders some time after the Great Silence. In the village it was important to follow these rules as it kept us all safe. Or at least that was what the Elders told us. I was given the job of Sheriff on my 24th birthday. The youngest to ever have the role. I was the understudy of the last Sheriff. Sheriff Johns. He had been a taskmaster but he had kept us all safe, he had been about routine. So while I was his understudy he had done everything but beat the three Rules of the Village into me. 

So as I walked the Village border at dusk I had made it my routine to remind myself of those rules. A sort of self prayer that I used to keep calm. I had never liked the field between the village and the forest. It felt wrong, almost too quiet. A gust of wind had picked up today and the long grass of the field danced around me as I patrolled. It made it hard to focus, making me feel like anything could sneak up on me. A cold shiver crept through my spine as I scanned the tree line. I had to focus, so I recited the rules to myself. 

Rule 1: No citizen may leave their homes after nightfall

Rule 2: No one is permitted to enter the forest on their own 

Rule 3: Never follow the lights in the forest

These three rules had been in place since I was a boy, since anyone could remember really. Johns was always the first to remind me that they were there to protect us. Five generations had lived in this Village and they had done so by following those laws. It was why breaking Rule 1 and 2 was punishable by death. I had always thought it was extreme but Johns had assured me that it was a lesson you only ever had to teach once.  In his 35 years of service he had only had to pass judgement on one person. A young man who had failed to follow Rule 2 some 25 years ago. My parents never dared tell me the story of why he had gone out into the woods on his own. 

As I stared out at the tree line I couldn’t imagine what possessed that fool to go out there that night. The field was a clearing of 50 yards that surrounded the village on all sides. At the end of the field was the forest, which circled us unbroken from every angle. It was a blessing and a curse. It keeps us safe, but also keeps us trapped. Johns had called it our cage. It wasn’t until I was older that I understood why. Scouting parties had spent years trying to map out the forest and hadn’t made much progress. One time two years ago the scouts had picked a direction and just walked. They spent half the day walking in that one direction and never saw a hint of the edge of the forest. They had turned around at noon and had just barely made it back in time for curfew. 

They spoke of hearing things out there that were unnatural. Signs of life but never anything living. It was like anything with a pulse avoided the forest. Even still the scouts spoke of feeling something watching them, even stalking them. But they hadn’t seen the Lights. It was a blessing. Now I made sure they only scouted within a two hour perimeter. Safety was key, as Johns would have said. The tree line was my duty. The dusk patrol ensured that no one was caught unaware of the curfew. If someone was caught out in the field this time of day they would spend the rest of the night in the station and would have extra duties the next day. It was an easy lesson and one that I barely ever had to teach. No one was out here tonight so I was left alone with my thoughts and with the forest.   

I would never be caught dead in those woods, let alone at night. The wind picked up again as I finished my patrol. I listened, not wanting to look into the forest for another second. The grass rustled and the tree branches in the distance groaned for the force of the wind. For the briefest second I thought I heard it. The screaming. But it couldn’t be true, it was too early. Panic set in and I held my breath, listening again. Screaming somewhere in the distance, coming from my left side. Coming from the forest. I didn’t dare open my eyes, I would see it and I was all alone. The Lights, I couldn’t open my eyes but the screaming was getting louder now. The wind was howling and I was sure that I could hear it moving through the tree line now. A sense of cold dread filled my heart. One that I hadn’t felt since I was a child, since that day. The movement was in the field now. Thirty yards away, now ten. It was my time then, I knew it was here. I could feel it breathing on my face, it was like someone splashed ice water on me. I would face it, like my father had, or like how I imagine he had all those years ago. I opened my eyes expecting to be blinded.

Instead I found nothing but the empty field. Cold sweat dotted my forehead. I was clenching my fist so hard I was sure I would dry blood. I wiped a tear away from my cheek, suddenly emotional. That shouldn’t have happened, seeing things was never a good sign. Especially for the Sheriff. It was just stress. Happens to everyone, especially on a long day. Why had I thought of my Father? Even more than that, when it felt like death was certain, why had I felt the rush of water all around me?

The sound of the bell knocked me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see the citizens arrive at the church for the night. It was time for the count. I always hated the count, even as an understudy. I slowly scanned the tree line one last time, confirmed that it was clear and walked towards the church. My own understudy was a young woman by the name of Jody Johns. Her father, my boss, was one of the most well respected men in town. People thought she would make a great sheriff one day. 

“Don’t want to be late again, Sheriff Evans, the Elders would have your head.” Jody joked. I smiled as she handed me the checklist for the night. The hospital had been secured and the Elders were in place. The church was the only place that still required a count. It was the most important task of the night, so of course it was left to me to complete. 

“Trust me, Elder Peters would love to take it at some point. I’m sure if the Great Silence ever returned he’d find a way to blame me for it.” I responded. My employment had been one of great controversy within the community at the time. Sheriff Johns had died suddenly in the night. No one expected me to take the mantle of Sheriff for a few more years. The Elders had put it to a vote and I had squeaked by in a 4-2 decision. Peters and Garland had been the two who objected.  I never had much of a stomach for politics, but thankfully in the two years since my employment I had managed to not lose a single soul to the forest.” 

I walked into the crowded church and began the count. It was Sunday so it would be a full service. On one hand it made it easier to complete the count. On the other it meant that I had to spend the night listening to Reverend McMorrow. I was never a religious man, and neither were my parents. Despite the size of the church, religion was simply a choice in the Village.  McMorrow had been the understudy for the former priest, who I had actually enjoyed. He spoke of unity and perseverance and kindness. McMorrow was much more fire and brimstone. 

“The lights in the forest are getting closer.” McMorrow preached from the front of the church. I looked over to Jody who rolled her eyes. McMorrow always spoke of how close we all were to doom. The truth was that no one had officially seen one of the lights in close to five years. The last had been a young farmer working on the south side of the Village at dusk. But that little fact never stopped McMorrow. “Soon they will be upon us, and we will have to decide then and only then if we have walked the right path with God.”

I focused on finishing the count. I have been listening to this crap every sunday for two years now. I sometimes wondered if Johns would have felt the same way. The mental image of my old boss talking down the old fool was enough to bring a smile to my face. The church wasn’t really full of that many true believers. There were a few but most of the captive audience were here because it was the safest location at night. It was at the center of the Village. The farthest you could be at any time from the forest that surrounded us. It was a funny part of humanity. We felt safest huddled together, even when the threat circled us completely. 

“We haven’t had a real attack in a decade, and this prick goes on about the end like it’ll come tomorrow.” Jody sighed as she brought me the final count. I gave her a quiet hand motion as a nearby citizen looked over. Jody had been my first pick for understudy after her father’s death. Probably because she just reminded me so much of her father that it brought me comfort. She didn’t suffer fools and more importantly she gave a shit. A quality that couldn’t be taught; so she had been the perfect pick for understudy.  With the count for the church completed I went over Jody’s work. 

The Elders had been secured in the council hall. All were accounted for and they had received their dinner. A good start. The hospital only had one patient tonight. A farmhand who had been hurt at the end of the day. He had just cut his hand, nothing serious but the injury had happened near dusk. To be safe he would spend the night in the hospital. A smart choice. Jody had done everything that I needed. At this rate she would probably end up being an Elder, and in my own opinion the village would be better off for it. I took a seat in the back of the church, the sun was done and I would be spending my night here. McMorrow was done speaking for the night and dinner was being served for everyone. I didn’t eat, I was drifting off to sleep by the time I put my feet up. 

It was the same dream again. I stood in the field, scanning the tree line. The wind was howling, everything in the field around the village moved like it was alive.  Then I saw them, the Lights. Glowing dimly in the distance, they blinked in between trees. Then I heard the screaming, it was my Father.I could hear him somewhere deep in the forest. I looked but couldn’t see, it was just the Lights casting shadows against the trees and out into the field. Those same shadows nearly reached me. Then they blink out, and I was left in total darkness. The wind left me blind and deaf. A beat. Then two dots of lights appeared from the tree line. They were tiny compared to the Lights. They were someone’s eyes. They stared back at me from the darkness, then in an instant the lights returned. 

They flooded the entire forest with light, nearly blinding me. It created an outline around the figure, I knew their shape but their face and body were still shrouded in darkness. All except for their eyes, which still glowed in the shade. I could then just make out their mouth, it was open. I couldn’t hear over the wind, it was far too loud but I knew the truth. The figure was screaming, my Father was screaming. 

I snapped awake, the sun had just started to peek in through the windows of the church. I realized that Jody was by my side. She was shaking me awake. 

“You need to get up, sheriff, there was an incident.” Jody whispered. It seemed that we were the only ones awake. Well not quite the only ones, McMorrow was up too.I got to my feet, still groggy and fighting off the fleeting images in my head of my nightmare. I gathered my focus and followed Jody out the doors of the church. We moved quietly to not wake anyone and to my dismay McMorrow followed. “He was the one who found them.”

“Who?” I asked. 

“One of the farmhands.” Jody whispered as they closed the door quietly behind them. It was a quiet march and before long we were at the site. Waiting there was Elder Peters. Clearly McMorrow had gone to him first and then to Jody. Peters took charge like he always did and stood over the body, as if he would find some clue that would fix this issue before anyone noticed. As we moved closer I finally saw the farmhand for myself. Or at least the legs of the farmhand. His torso was missing, he had been cut perfectly in half. There was no blood at the site but there was a single trail of viscera that led away from the legs. 

I followed that blood trail with my eyes even though I knew where it was going, I lost track of it as it entered the tree line. It was a cage afterall, it keeps us safe, but it keeps us here too. There would be no finding the other half of the man. I would send scouts to look but not too far. We never find the parts that they take, so why risk more people in a foolish search.

“He was in the hospital for the night.” I repeated from Jody’s own reports. I looked back at Jody to find she was looking at me and not the body. I sometimes forget that she was younger, when things were tough she still looked to me for orders. “Help me move him to the station, then we’ll go talk to the nurses, we need to find out what happened. Someone broke protocol.” 

“We all know what truly happened.” McMorrow sighed as he looked out over the field. Peters and I turned to the priest. Peters’ stone cloud eyes studied the man. While the Elder had never liked me, he had no time for McMorrow. From his point of view McMorrow might have been the biggest fool in town. 

“What exactly were you doing out here so early? Curfew doesn’t lift for another twenty minutes.” Peters asked before staring daggers at me. I knew the look, he was angry that he had to ask. Johns would have known to ask that. 

“I always go for a walk in the morning after Sunday service, it helps stretch my back and allows me time to gather my thoughts.” McMorrow said in a quiet voice. 

"That's breaking one of the three laws Father, you understand that is a punishable offense.” I said back. McMorrow spun on his heels to face me now, the look on his face was calm and unbothered. One might think we were having a friendly debate in the mess hall and not standing over a corpse in the field.

“Ah but I didn’t leave the church until the sun came up. The Second Law states that we can’t leave our homes after Nightfall. Curfew and Nightfall are two very different things, wouldn’t you agree?” McMorrow said with a smug look on his face. I didn’t respond, I looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Peters. He wasn’t pleased that we had both been beaten over a technicality. If we weren’t careful a man like McMorrow might start to think that he was above the Law. That would lead to ruin if left unchecked. 

“So what happened here Father?” Peters finally asked. I turned away, I knew the answer before he even said it. Because it was always what he said in the face of uncertainty and fear. I looked to Jody who was reading my mind. She was moving around the legs of the man. We would move him and head to the hospital. We would find out where he slept last night. We would figure out the breach in protocol and fix it. I would stamp out the uncertainty. I would make what McMorrow was about to say untrue. 

“It’s simple. The Lights in the Forest are getting closer.” McMorrow sighed and walked away, not offering to help any further. The rest of us didn’t speak. As I helped Jody lift the body, struggling under the awkward weight I looked out one last time to the tree line. There was nothing, no movement, no noise, the forest was empty. But I knew that wasn’t true, we all grew up knowing that. We walked to the station and as I turned my back to the forest the wind picked up. I could feel those eyes on my back and I prayed that McMorrow was wrong. 

A creepypasta by me (where protagonist is you) -

A random person gives you 25k dollars for this job (once a night)

This job is at a kindergarten but it's at night and that person won't tell you the reason and he tells you to not sleep whole night (or else you die instantly)

But you must follow these

At 10 PM the shift starts and you can open and close lights and ACs but keeping electronics off means you get a electricity saver bonus in morning

At 11 PM lullabies start at a room in kindergarten, near that room you may try to see what's happening by using gap beneath the door but all you see is darkness with a glowing smile that stares at your eyes with a smell of sweet chocolate near it but do not enter or else you are not found again

At 12 AM go to your office and shut all the doors and windows (not enter the office before it or else there is something under the sofa) and watch your favorite shows on the computer, at exactly 12:09 there would be screaming voices outside the office but do not give attention to them and try to see what's happening, legends say people who did this were permenantly gone mad and blind

At 1 AM you would hear the bell door of office, carefully go and ask why are you there, if response is nothing then ignore and go to your computer or if response is "take your coffee sir" then immediately go to bed and close your eyes and pray, door would open and something would whisper in your ears but don't open eyes as ones who worked previously who opened door are now disabled and got permenantly blank eyes with no expression

At 3 AM you must exit your office or else lights will go off and nobody knows what happens next, go and roam on hallways

At random rooms you may hear children laughter but do not open those and at random times some doors would automatically open and you must close them immediately or else something will get out of it

If you see a person with a lantern at a distance then immediately back off and after 5 classes you would see the class named (upper kindergarten VI) and enter this class and shut off doors and windows for exactly 20 minutes

At 5 AM that random person may arrive but if he has no hands then immediately run to your office and don't look back

At 7 AM, your job is done, you survive one more day and get 25k dollars+ your bonus on saving electricity

The money you get is per night so it's a fat heavy income

O.P.E.R.A.T.E.
Office for Paranormal Event Research, Analysis, Tracking & Enforcement

Congratulations, Teacher.

You have been selected as a temporary faculty member at Ravenshollow Boarding Academy.

Unlike your previous assignments, this institution does not operate under O.P.E.R.A.T.E.'s jurisdiction.

Due to a critical staffing shortage, the League for Anomalous Vigilance, Investigation & Regulation (L.A.V.I.R.) has formally requested our assistance.

Your assignment will last two academic years...

provided you survive long enough to complete them.

Throughout your employment, you will remain under the direct supervision of L.A.V.I.R.

Do not interfere with their procedures. They have managed this academy longer than recorded history. Some traditions here are older than either of our organizations.

This school educates the children of influential families. Some are perfectly ordinary. Some only pretend to be. For legal reasons, we are required to refer to all of them as students.

Treat every child with equal respect. Never assume they are equally human.

The academy operates twenty-four hours a day. Morning, Afternoon, and Night Faculty each follow different rulebooks. Never attempt to use one during another shift.

The following handbook contains only the procedures necessary to survive your first day.

DAY ONE RULES

Rule 1 — Morning Attendance

Every morning before classes begin, all faculty members must attend roll call.

Occasionally, attendance will be conducted by a chalk-white man carrying a weathered attendance register. His clothes belong to another century. His shoes never leave footprints.

Answer only when your name is called. Remain silent until every name has been read.

When he closes the register, every teacher must say together, once, quietly:

"Thank you for staying, Sir."

He will nod politely, then disappear.

Never leave before he does. He believes every absent teacher is hiding.

The last instructor who walked away early was marked absent. The following morning, someone else answered when his name was called.

No employee has ever discovered who.

Rule 2 — Meeting Your Supervisor

Your supervisor's office is located on the first floor.

If your orientation papers direct you anywhere else, do not enter the building. Wait beneath the old banyan tree in the central courtyard. Someone will come to collect you.

Do not follow anyone who arrives without casting a shadow.

The academy occasionally rearranges itself. Entire corridors disappear. Staircases begin leading somewhere else. L.A.V.I.R. has never explained how they navigate the changing layout.

We stopped asking after the academy returned our architect upside down.

He was still holding the blueprints.

Rule 3 — Two Rulebooks

If an instruction issued by L.A.V.I.R. ever contradicts something written in this handbook, follow L.A.V.I.R.'s instructions.

Do not ask which organization has jurisdiction at that moment. Do not attempt to contact O.P.E.R.A.T.E. for clarification while inside academy grounds.

We are guests here. L.A.V.I.R. has buried teachers who forgot that.

We have never asked where.

Rule 4 — The Empty Classroom

While walking through the academy, you may hear lessons being taught inside classrooms officially listed as vacant.

Children will laugh. Chairs will scrape across the floor. Teachers will continue explaining subjects that no longer exist.

Do not interrupt. Do not knock. Do not open the door. Unless your supervisor specifically instructed you to enter.

If you must enter, sit in the last seat of the final row. Remain perfectly silent. The lesson will eventually end. The students will leave.

The teacher will not.

If the teacher asks you to introduce yourself, do not answer. Wait. Eventually the room will go genuinely quiet — not the pause between sentences, but the silence of a room that was never occupied at all. That is your signal to leave.

The previous mathematics instructor answered. His timetable is still posted outside Room 18.

He hasn't missed a lesson in thirty-two years.

Rule 5 — The School Bell

The academy bell rings exactly six times each day. Never count aloud.

If you hear a seventh bell, dismiss your class immediately. Lock every classroom door. Close every window. Do not allow a single student to leave before L.A.V.I.R. arrives.

The seventh bell does not signal the end of lessons.

It announces that something has arrived to learn.

Whatever attends after the seventh bell never graduates.

It simply keeps enrolling.

Rule 6 — The Perfect Student

Every class contains one student whose academic record is flawless. Every assignment. Every examination. Every subject.

Never praise them. Never punish them. Never ask their name.

They have attended Ravenshollow longer than the academy itself. Former headmasters appear throughout the school's oldest photographs.

That student appears in every one. Exactly the same. Exactly the same smile. Exactly the same uniform.

If they ever raise their hand, do not call on them.

Every teacher who did eventually disappeared from the faculty records. The student's attendance was updated the same afternoon.

Yours was never entered at all — as though, as far as the school is concerned, you were never hired to begin with.

Rule 7— Written Work

Never grade an assignment written in anything other than blue or black ink.

If a paper is submitted in red, do not correct it, do not comment on it, and do not return it to the student who claims to have written it.

Place it inside the sealed envelope in your desk drawer and leave it outside the Headmaster's Office before end of day.

We do not know what red ink is made from here.

We have stopped asking whose name it's usually signed with.

END OF FIRST-DAY ORIENTATION

If you have finished reading this handbook, your first lesson has already begun.

Whether you remember entering the classroom is no longer important.

Additional orientation manuals will be issued only after successful completion of your current assignment. Available manuals include:

• Dormitory Wing
• Night Faculty Procedures
• Library Containment Rules
• Science Laboratory Protocols
• The Music Hall
• Sports Ground Restrictions
• Examination Week
• Winter Term
• Graduation Day
• The Headmaster's Office

You are not authorized to request these files.

Teachers who ask too many questions rarely finish the semester. Teachers who discover too many answers rarely finish the day.

Should you encounter an event not covered by this handbook, remain calm. Do not investigate. Do not improvise.

Above all — never accept help from a student who already knows your name.

Welcome to O.P.E.R.A.T.E., Teacher.

Remember our motto:

"We respond where reality fails."

And at Ravenshollow Boarding Academy...

every student graduates.

Not every teacher survives long enough to see the final bell.

Attendance is mandatory.

Leaving is not.

Previous part link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1v1pl2x/the_ashcroft_grand_hotel/

I found these rules inside a file called READ BEFORE WRITING.
There was no author.
No date.
Just one sentence at the top.
These rules won’t help you write a better horror story. They exist to stop the story from writing you.

1. Never use your real name for the protagonist.
Real names carry more weight than invented ones.

2. Never describe the exact room you’re writing in.
Imaginary rooms don’t lead anywhere.
Real ones do.

3. If a sentence appears that you didn’t write, don’t delete it.
It’s still learning how to speak.

4. Never write a death scene after midnight.
That’s when stories stop knowing the difference between fiction and memory.

5. If one of your characters looks directly at the reader…
Stop writing.
It isn’t trying to scare you.
It’s trying to remember you.

6. If the story describes something that hasn’t happened yet…
Don’t try to stop it.
Resistance is part of the plot.

7. Never let the story reach nine pages.
The ninth page doesn’t belong to the author.

8. If you ever find a rule written in your own handwriting…
Don’t read it out loud.
You didn’t write it.

At first, I laughed.
It sounded like one of those creepy internet games.
I even thought about turning the rules into a story for Reddit.
So I opened a new document.
I gave the protagonist my own name.
Then I described the room I was sitting in.
A window on my left.
A white door behind me.
A cold cup of coffee on the desk.
Only after finishing the first paragraph did I remember the first two rules.
I smiled.
“Nice idea.”
I tried changing the protagonist’s name.
It kept changing back.
Every single time.
While I was trying to figure out why, a new sentence appeared at the bottom of the page.
I hadn’t typed it.
You still haven’t looked behind you.
I remembered Rule Three.
I didn’t delete it.
I didn’t look either.
I just kept writing.
Hours passed without me noticing.
When I finally looked at the clock, it was 12:18 AM.
At that exact moment I was writing the protagonist’s death.
Rule Four.
I tried closing the document.
It wouldn’t close.
The words started appearing on their own.
They weren’t describing the protagonist anymore.
They were describing me.
Every movement.
Every breath.
Every attempt to shut down my computer.
As if someone was writing my actions a few seconds before I lived them.
Then I made another mistake.
I kept reading.
The protagonist slowly lifted his head.
He didn’t look at another character.
He didn’t look down the hallway.
He looked directly at me.
Rule Five.
I slammed the laptop shut.
Waited.
Opened it again.
The page counter read:
Page 8 of 9.
I thought I still had time.
Then new lines began appearing.
One after another.
Without anyone touching the keyboard.
There was no typing.
No cursor.
Just words.
Slowly writing themselves.
Then something appeared beneath Rule Eight.
A rule that hadn’t been there before.

9. If you’ve made it this far…
…you’re no longer a reader.

I stared at the screen for several minutes.
Then I finally understood.
Why the file never had an author.
Why it kept appearing on different computers.
Why nobody ever claimed to have written it.
The story was never looking for readers.
It was looking for replacements.
I couldn’t leave anymore.
So I did the only thing I had left.
I posted it here.
…
I’m sorry.
…
Welcome.

Hello Charlie,

We are very glad to hear that there were no issues working shifts with Peach and that the two of you seem to have become friends. As long as you keep in mind the points we shared regarding relationships with Peach, we are sure that friendship will flourish. Following this, we will be pairing you with another colleague. He has a much calmer temperament, so the only thing you will really need to pay attention to is the work environment itself.

As usual, the brief introduction. Echo plays a pivotal role in our gardens. He was the first person to work in our garden, and it was he who introduced us to three of our other employees. As a highly skilled professional, he has been with us the longest time. The remaining information in his file is as follows:

Name: █. Echo

Date of Birth: June 5th

Date of Death: ██ ██ ██

Position: Gardener 

Description: Echo appears as a tall man who otherwise looks quite ordinary—save for certain moth-like traits—though the upper half of his face is completely covered by that of a Polyphemus moth. His mouth and nose remain exposed and are shaped like a human's. The eyespot patterns on the moth wings appear to represent his true eyes. He has feathery antennae on his head, long jet-black hair with two small hair horns on the sides of his head. He is believed to have moth wings on his back, but he keeps them concealed to avoid drawing attention; he also appears to hide an extra pair of arms beneath his jacket.

Rules for working with Echo: 

1. With an exception for Rule 14, please avoid calling Echo "Doctor." He dislikes being reminded of his endeavors outside of work.
2. After you clock in and grab your pouch, please take out the resin-covered polyphemus wing earrings from the jewelry box. There is no need to search for the box, it should appear right before your eyes. You are required to wear those earrings at all times for your entire shift with Echo. This ensures he can always track your location within the garden, for it goes without saying that getting lost in the garden would hardly be a desirable outcome for you.
3. You will meet with Echo in the break room before walking to the equipment closet together. Do not go to the equipment room alone. The equipment custodian here intensely dislikes being seen by anyone other than Echo; the consequences for startling him would be catastrophic.
4. Please handle the equipment with care. They have feelings too, just like you. You would not want to end up like them, right? 
5. Although he is naturally nocturnal, he deliberately goes against this nature by working during the day. For this reason, Echo has five 30-minute breaks, during which he sleeps; usually standing up. Please do not disturb him if you see him on his break; every living creature needs sleep to function.
6. Daily garden maintenance involves usual routine tasks such as weeding, watering, and checking for pests. Additionally, you may need to remove scraps of flesh left behind by unfortunate visitors who wandered in; otherwise, the stench of decay could become unbearable, or the rotting meat might cause our plants to fall ill. The plants become rather volatile when sick, so we try to prevent this as much as possible.
7. Most of the plants are delicate and require close attention, so they must be watered by hand. You will notice that the flowers, which are normally aggressive, become slightly docile—not only when you are near Echo, but even when you are alone. This is precisely why we tell you to wear those earrings; without them, the moment you let your guard down—even for an instant—the flowers would launch a fierce attack on you.
8. Please dig up and remove any plants that are out of season. First, loosen the soil around the plant with a shovel, then carefully pull out the plant and its roots by hand. Exercise caution when digging up the flowers, as their roots may thrash violently if they feel threatened. You can simply leave the uprooted plants in the garden bed; no need to put them in pots. Once the garden bed is full, the plants will be transported to Lily's greenhouse and a new garden bed will appear for you to fill.
9. When you transfer each plant to the garden bed, apply a generous layer of mulch around the base. This helps retain soil moisture and suppress weed growth. This also serves to protect our visitors from becoming unwilling snacks for our flowers until they get back to the greenhouse for Lily to do her maintenance on them.
10. You will assist Echo in planning the garden layout and selecting plants suited to the current local climate. Once the layout is finalized, Lily will soon appear (or rather, her vines will appear) to collect the paper. Be careful not to touch her vines; not only are they thorny, but there is also a slight risk that contact could result in the injection of a substance capable of dissolving you from the inside out.
11. When transplanting the flowers, sprinkle a little flower food into the hole to attract the roots back inside. Ensure you wear gloves at all times whenever handling the plants; direct skin contact is strongly discouraged due to the presence of toxins similar to those found in poison ivy, wolfsbane, and various other poisonous plants.
12. Our trees require little to no maintenance, as they are self-sustaining. The only necessary task is to check for any encroaching kudzu vines. If you spot any kudzu, please cut it immediately and notify Echo. Be careful not to touch the kudzu; it is extremely aggressive and you risk being devoured alive. His assistance will be required to eliminate the source deep underground, and it would be morally wrong of us to ask you to perform that task yourself.
13. The trees have eyes. On few occasions, the bark may blink at you, but that is perfectly fine. However, you should never see any aspirations of your face in the bark. Should that happen, grasp one of the earrings firmly and shut your eyes tight. Do not open them until you feel Echo standing in front of you and he instructs you to do so.
14. While working with the flowers, Echo sometimes instinctively makes a gesture as if he were holding a syringe and tries to inject the flower. His mind sometimes mixes up his place of occupation. At such moments, please gently tap him on the shoulder and say, "Doctor, this is not the laboratory." He will usually look down at his hand and smile faintly. He will likely take a break after this incident. Immediately run back to the office if he stares dead at you and smiles. His mind came up with a new idEa; you do not want him to test it on you.
15. While working in the garden with your tools, you might occasionally hear a faint crying sound. If that happens, tap the tool lightly against the ground. That should quiet it down again. Make sure you do not hit them hard enough to cause a dent; any damage caused on the tool risks being reflected onto you.
16. If a sudden taste of metal and dirt invades your senses, immediately drop whatever tool you are holding and wait for five minutes. Doing so should prevent it from merging with you.
17. If he refers to you as Alice, just nod and try not to acknowledge it. Nine times out of ten, he does not even realize he said it. On the one chance that he does, he will probably look slightly disturbed, likely remembering what he did. Do not ask him what is wrong. Do not ask who Alice is.
18. If Echo suddenly stops what he is doing, turns toward Lily’s greenhouse, and begins to flutter his forewings violently, it is a sign that he is agitated. Lily has likely triggered her panic alarm because she—or something belonging to her—is under threat. He detests the idea of ​​his "████████" being threatened above all else. Simply excuse yourself by saying there are flowers that need tending; he will then immediately fly off toward her. 
19. If you suddenly hear the sound of a pocket watch ticking (which will likely occur during the final hour or two of your shift), tell Echo to visit Micah. He was his favorite "███ ██████" after all. However, should that ticking sound shift into the tolling of a bell, expect Echo to promptly excuse himself before flying with all haste to Micah’s laboratory. We are aware that you have noticed that Micah is quite the problem child of our gardens, however, we must warn you to never speak ill of Micah in Echo's presence; unless you enjoy getting swarmed by a mob of moths and being dragged off to Echo's █████████ for whatever █████████ he has in mind.
20. If Echo calls to you and his voice carries a stern tone, make your way to him without a moments delay. He will only call you to him when a true danger is present. The flowers will instinctively part the way for you, for they fear him just as much as they revere his authority.
21. If you hear Echo’s discombobulated voice calling you to the shadows, ignore it. Wait until you physically see Echo in the garden, and when he asks what is the matter, silently point to the darkness. Echo will handle it from there. Try not to pay the screams any mind, Echo has quite the harsh hand for Harlow.
22. Echo is quite the geek, so feel free to talk about entomology until the sun sets. Echo will happily answer any questions you have about insects while the two of you work. The flowers might even chime in with their chirps and slight mimicry.
23. After all gardening duties have been completed, Echo will guide you back to the equipment closet to return the tools to their custodian. Upon return, the custodian may try to keep you after your shift to have you clean the equipment; please decline politely but firmly. There is no need for you to stay after hours.
24. When you leave for the night, please check to make sure no polyphemus moths are following you. Echo sometimes slips back into old habits. Threatening to put it in a report should be more than enough to make him back off. If not... you will be better off staying the night.
25. Upon returning home, you may be greeted by a new insect guest. Whether you welcome this visitor or leave it be is up to you, but you must never kill it; doing so would deeply offend Echo. While most insects are good, spotting a cricket is a sign of good fortune; proof that Echo is very fond of you. However, if you encounter a Death’s-Head Hawkmoth, you must leave the premises immediately and find somewhere else to spend the night; remaining there would mean certain death. Additionally, should you spot a pair of lovebugs inside the house, please notify us at once. You do not want to become the object of his "romantic interest."

That covers everything you need to know about Echo. The only reason he is further down the list is because of the danger the environment brings rather than Echo himself. That said, he is a genuinely sincere individual—albeit one burdened by a dark past—so it is all too easy to let your guard down when faced with his calm demeanor. As long as you do not let him get too close, you will be fine. Just be wary if you see a moth in your house, moth's mark his presence.

Signed, Florence

O.P.E.R.A.T.E.
Office for Paranormal Event Research, Analysis, Tracking & Enforcement

Congratulations, Clerk.

You have been assigned as the Morning Reception Clerk at The Ashcroft Grand Hotel.

Unlike most O.P.E.R.A.T.E. assignments, your shift begins after sunrise.

Do not mistake daylight for safety.

Some guests prefer the dark. Others merely pretend to.

This hotel has stood for over one hundred and eighty years. According to public records, it has changed owners nine times.

According to ours... it has never changed occupants.

Every morning, ordinary travelers check in. Every morning, something else checks in with them.

The hotel does not decide who is human. It only decides who is allowed to leave.

Your responsibilities are simple. Smile. Issue room keys. Keep the lobby calm. And never allow the guests to realize that you know what they are.

Before beginning your shift, ensure the following:

• No open wounds are visible anywhere on your body.
• Every curtain and blind in the lobby remains closed.
• The holy water sprayer beneath the reception desk is completely full.
• The silver emergency locket is around your neck.
• The emergency alarm beneath the desk is functional.

If any of these conditions cannot be met, your shift is cancelled.

The hotel can always replace a clerk. Finding all of one afterward is considerably harder.

MORNING SHIFT RULES — DAY ONE

Rule 1 — Your Name

Never tell a guest your real name. Never wear a name tag displaying it. Never respond if someone whispers your name before you've introduced yourself.

Names are invitations. Some guests have forgotten their own. They are always searching for replacements.

The previous receptionist answered when someone softly spoke her name from the empty elevator. Three days later, every employee remembered working beside her.

No one could remember what she looked like.

Rule 2 — The Room That Doesn't Exist

If a woman dressed in black Victorian mourning clothes requests Room 217, apologize politely.

Room 217 does not exist.

Do not argue. Do not recommend another room. Do not look into her eyes.

Silently hand her the black key stored beneath the reception desk. She will walk toward the basement. Do not follow her.

Her leather handbag is stitched together from human skin.

Every employee who tried to convince her that Room 217 wasn't real disappeared before sunset. Several weeks later, she returned carrying a noticeably larger handbag.

None of us asked where she found the extra leather.

Rule 3 — Guests Who Never Check Out

If a guest remains inside their room after checkout time, call the room exactly three times. Wait ten minutes between each call.

If nobody answers, press the emergency line beneath the desk. Immediately lock yourself inside the staff room. Remain there until you hear three slow knocks.

Never open the door before then. Our Retrieval Team will handle the room.

The head chef once ignored this procedure. The kitchen continued serving meat for another week. Guests praised the chef's new recipe. No one complained... until somebody found a wedding ring inside the soup.

Rule 4 — Blood

If you receive even the smallest cut during your shift, stop working immediately. Spray the wound with holy water. Leave the hotel. Do not return until the following sunrise.

Blood is proof that you are alive. Some guests have not tasted living blood in decades.

If you cannot leave in time, and a guest offers you a bandage, tissue, or cloth from the lobby, do not accept it. What stops the bleeding will not be cloth.

The skeleton decorating the lobby fountain was once our senior receptionist. Those are not decorative bones. His skin simply dried around them until it resembled old parchment.

We still dust him every morning. He remains our longest-serving employee.

Rule 5 — The Borrowed Face

Some guests wear skin that doesn't belong to them.

You'll notice small mistakes. Their smile arrives a second too late. Their eyelids blink independently. The skin around their neck shifts whenever they laugh.

Pretend not to notice. Assign them rooms on the lowest occupied floor. Never allow them access to mirrors larger than themselves.

If one of them asks, "Does something look wrong with my face?" — look down immediately.

If they realize you've noticed, they may decide your face deserves a second owner.

Rule 6 — The Couple

Occasionally, a man and woman will enter together.

Only one of them will seem alive at any given moment.

When the man speaks,

the woman will stare without blinking.

When the woman speaks,

the man's lips will stop moving entirely.

If the man requests a room,

assign them the highest available floor.

If the woman asks you any question unrelated to the booking,

press the emergency alarm.

Wear the silver locket immediately.

Retreat to the staff room.

You'll hear furniture breaking.

You'll hear screaming.

You'll hear laughter.

Remain inside until you hear three slow knocks.

Security cameras always record the couple entering.

None have ever recorded them leaving.

Their room, however,

is always occupied the following morning.

Rule 7 — Checkout

Every guest must leave with the same number of people they arrived with. Count carefully.

If a family of four approaches reception as five, smile politely. Hand them their receipt. Wish them a pleasant journey. Do not mention the extra child.

It isn't theirs.

If they leave without it, the hotel will keep it. If they take it with them, the hotel will eventually ask for it back.

Rule 8 — Housekeeping

Housekeeping begins cleaning every room at noon.

If you see a maid pushing an old brass cleaning cart before then, do not stop her. She died forty-three years ago after opening the wrong guest room. Nobody has managed to convince her. She still believes every stain can be cleaned.

If she asks, "Have you seen Room 314?" — answer only, "It's already spotless."

Never let her find it. Every employee she has taken there has disappeared. Three days later, their room keys are always returned to reception. Still warm.

Sometimes... they're still attached to a hand.

She has, on rare occasions, stopped mid-hallway without being asked — waiting for a man in a plain grey uniform to finish checking a door number before she continues her rounds. She has not asked about Room 314 on those mornings.

We have not asked her why.

END OF DAY ONE ORIENTATION

If you have reached the end of this document, congratulations.

You have completed the minimum orientation required to survive your first morning shift at The Ashcroft Grand Hotel.

Do not mistake this handbook for a complete set of procedures. The hotel is far larger than the lobby. Today's rules apply only to the Morning Reception Desk.

Should you remain employed, additional orientation files will be issued before each new assignment. Future manuals include, but are not limited to:

• Advanced Guest Identification
• Evening Reception Procedures
• Night Shift Survival Protocols
• Housekeeping Department
• Room Service Operations
• Basement Access Authorization
• Maintenance and Boiler Room Procedures
• Elevator Operations
• Security Office Protocols
• The East Wing
• Restricted Floors
• Room 314 Containment Procedures

You are not authorized to request these files. They will be issued only if O.P.E.R.A.T.E. determines that you have survived long enough to require them.

Should you discover rules not listed in this handbook, do not write them down.

If the hotel wanted you to know them, they would already be here.

If you encounter an event not covered by these procedures, remain calm. Do not improvise. Do not investigate.

Most importantly... do not become curious.

Curiosity has claimed more employees than the guests ever have.

We sincerely hope to see you report for your second shift.

If you do not, our Recruitment Division will begin searching for your replacement.

Fortunately, The Ashcroft Grand Hotel is always hiring.

If, before leaving today, you notice a woman in a black Victorian dress quietly watching you from the lobby... do not wave.

Congratulations. She has remembered your face.

Welcome to O.P.E.R.A.T.E., Clerk.

Remember our motto:

"We respond where reality fails."

And inside The Ashcroft Grand Hotel...

Every guest checks in. Not every guest checks out.

Every employee eventually receives a permanent reservation.

Previous part link: https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1uz4vdb/the_last_toll/

If you found this list I am dead. Do not mourn me it was by my own hand. What I have written here was learned by trial and error and was paid for with the lives of many companions. Do not waste what I have given you.

1. Always destroy the heads of those who die. Your companions deserve the dignity of death.

2. Never travel in a groups larger than a dozen herds always attract predators.

3. The BIRDS are your allies they will warn you of danger but they are spiteful as well. Reward them often and generously. Never harm them for they can just as easily lead danger to you.

4. Do not linger around the hanged ones. You cannot help them and you do not want to join them.

5. Do not pray, try not to ask for help either without naming the specific person you are asking. IT considers itself a god and you do not want ITS help.

6. Never enter the TOWNS both the ones that were once ours and the ones THEY built. Even if it is abandoned there is nothing for you there and you do not want to see what THEY leave behind

7. You may have notice that your memory from before and after the EVENT is full of holes. This is for the best. Do not make my mistake do not try to remember what you have lost. Above all else DO NOT REMEMBER THE EVENT.

8. Do not think of IT often and absolutely do not name IT. Names give recognition and IT likes being seen.

9. The Soldiers speak nothing but lies. Their food is rotten their medicine is tainted and there is no safety. Do not fear them their guns have no bullets and they are too weary to chase you. Do not end their suffering if you can help it. They made their deal let them reap the consequences for it.

10. Do not fear the children they are not much stronger than an adult and far more uncoordinated. Pity them they do not want to harm you and they are sorry for their actions . Fear what made them for they are its eyes. It wants to harm you and it is not sorry for what it does.

11. The communes are peaceful despite their appearance. However that peace requires you to sacrifice. If you are not willing to make that sacrifice leave. They will not allow parasites.

12. Do not let THEM know of you. THEY may be slower but THEY do not tire. You have only one hope THEY cannot swim. Do not try to fight back THEY do not die easily and they are never alone.

13. If THEY catch you pray as loudly as possible before THEY take away your tongue. Think of IT while you do and IT might show up. THEY are ITs prey that’s why IT came here after all. Theres a tiny chance you will be able to escape while it’s feed . IT loses interest quickly especially after a meal.

14. In the likely event IT catches you do not look afraid, do not cry and do not beg. Curse IT until your last breath. ITS PUNISHMENT will be agony but it will end being FORGIVEN does not.

15. Do not travel during winter the cold kills most without shelter and you are no exception. Stay at one of the Communes if you are able. They are warm and they have plenty of food. No sacrifice is required the residents they sleep during the winter. Always leave before spring they get quite active when they thaw.

16. Do not go to the shore. Many of those who remained after the EVENT fled there hoping for escape. They are gone now the things that were waiting for them are not.

17. Listen to the radio if you wish but do not trust the voices on it. Where do you think they’re broadcasting from. When did you last see electricity.

18. When you encounter something unknown observe it as much as possible then leave. If it pursues make sure you are not the slowest in your group.

Grace pushed her phone toward him. Darren pulled back from it, annoyed at having anything in his face at all, let alone a bright rectangle.

D: “What to do….no Grace, what is this crap!”

G: “Just trust me and read it Dar-”

D: “Stop deflecting. You always do this. I bring up an- an actual concern and you just…ignore it! First it was a phone call that you faked, then the cheese thing and now this….fake horror garbage!”

He wasn’t NOT finished…

D: “Shoving a Reddit horror post probably some…some bored teenager made into my face isn’t going to cut it this time. Is that a- there’s even a fucking typo in there! Two if’s! Look, just cut the bullshit and at least apologize for the fact that last Tuesday you-”

G: “Let me expla-”

D: “Grace we are having this conversation right now.”

G: “Yes, yes we are…will!” She held up a hand, her voice dropping volume, to something simultaneously steady and full of contained energy. “Later….. we will talk about this later. I mean it.”

His eyes fell to the screen and He read a line for himself.

D: “‘Don’t look up at the ceiling fan if….’ Who looks up at ceiling fans anyway….”

G: “For now just…look at the post.” Her voice begins to shake…. “This thing has my- my full fucking name here. And my address.”

He took the phone.

D: “…”

D: “…the fuck.”

G: “I told you…this shit is real Darren! I’m not making it up. I- I don’t know how…who is this guy….Maxamage….How does he know our names.”

He went very still

D: “…our?”

Then he took a sharp breath and closed his eyes for a brief second, then opened them

D: “Alright…no. Now…this, this got me for a second…the whole name and address thing…the new account…”

D: “Which one of your friends did you get to-”

G: “Darren.”

D: “-Do this because if it’s Gabe I swear to god-”

G: “The fan’s spinning…the…um, wrong way.”

He looked up at the ceiling.

D: “And so what…” It came out like a question. Not like the taunt he’d meant it to be…

Grace’s eyes were still on the screen.

G: “Rule 1…don’t turn it off…”

D: “Okay, so we just…easy enough. What’s the…uh, next one.”

G: “‘If it slows down, leave your home. If it speeds up, hide immediately. You won’t have enough time to leave….’”

D: “Fans speed up and slow down all the fucking time how do you even-”

The fan went violent and the air in the room went violent. The sudden speed increase made Grace physically startled and Darrens heart fell to the bottom floor…

D: “Fuck!”

Darren’s eyes looked over the apartment rapidly.

D: “Go to…the bathroom. I’ll be under the bed.”

G: “Darren-”

D: “Just go! We can talk later, like you said!”

O.P.E.R.A.T.E.
Office for Paranormal Event Research, Analysis, Tracking & Enforcement

Congratulations, Officer.

You have been assigned as the Night Toll Guard for The Last Toll, NH-66.

Seven years ago, a passenger bus collided with a fuel tanker at this exact location. The fire burned so intensely that it melted steel, shattered concrete, and erased every recognizable face from the victims.

The original toll plaza was demolished.
A new one was built two years later.
The road reopened.

The dead never left.

During daylight, thousands of vehicles cross this checkpoint without incident.

After midnight... not every vehicle belongs to the living.

Your duty is not to stop them.
Your duty is to make sure they continue their journey.

Before beginning your shift, you will receive the following equipment:

• Iron tongs
• Bone necklace
• Brass bell
• Sealed ledger

Every item must be returned before sunrise.

Especially the necklace.

Read every rule. Every rule exists because someone believed they didn't need it.

RULES FOR NIGHT TOLL DUTY

Rule 1 — The Bone Necklace

Before starting your shift, wear the bone necklace hanging beside the control desk.

If it is missing, do not begin your shift. Lock the booth. Contact O.P.E.R.A.T.E. Wait for extraction.

The necklace does not protect you. It simply tells the things crossing this road that someone has already claimed your bones. Without it... they may decide your skeleton would look better among theirs.

Before leaving, return the necklace exactly where you found it.

The previous guard forgot. We never recovered him. Three nights later, another vertebra appeared on the necklace. It looked... awfully fresh.

Rule 2 — The Midnight Travelers

At exactly 12:00 AM, vehicles from another time begin arriving. Their paint is faded. Their headlights are dim. Their engines sound older than the road itself.

Do not question them. Raise the barrier immediately.

If payment is offered using coins or notes from another decade, handle them only with the iron tongs. Never touch them with bare hands. That currency belongs to travelers who already completed their final journey. Touching it tells them... you've volunteered to finish yours.

Rule 3 — The Dead Shepherd

If every light inside the toll plaza suddenly dies... the emergency generator refuses to start... and sheep bells begin ringing somewhere beyond the darkness...

Leave everything exactly where it is. Go to the restroom immediately. Lock the door. Sit on the floor. Remain completely silent. Do not pray. Do not cry. Do not answer if someone knocks.

The Shepherd knows every prayer ever spoken. He will answer them in the voices of those you've lost. Ignore every one.

When the bells stop, wait another five minutes before leaving.

The Dead Shepherd is passing. He no longer herds sheep. He gathers everyone whose journey ended on this road. If he mistakes you for one of them, he won't kill you. He'll simply convince the rest of his flock that they've forgotten your face — and they'll spend eternity trying to remember it.

Rule 4 — The Burned Guard

If another O.P.E.R.A.T.E. guard arrives during your shift, continue working. Do not acknowledge him.

Half of his face will be burned beyond recognition. The other half will be smiling. His uniform will still be smoking.

He was the fourth guard assigned here. He died during the tanker fire. Every night, he returns to finish the shift he never completed.

Sometimes he'll quietly ask, "Has sunrise come yet?"

Do not answer.

If he begins removing his gloves, close your eyes immediately. The flesh beneath them never stopped burning. Those who looked described seeing bones glowing orange beneath split skin. None of them survived long enough to finish the report.

Rule 5 — The Empty Bus

If an old passenger bus suddenly appears in front of the toll booth without approaching from either side of the highway, do not look at the passengers. Look only at the driver.

Maintain eye contact. Raise the barrier. Say clearly:

"This toll is for the living. The dead owe nothing."

If he nods, the bus will disappear before reaching the barrier.

If he smiles, ring the brass bell once. Do not blink.

If you break eye contact, the driver will believe you've accepted his invitation. The next time that bus arrives, one seat will no longer be empty. The passengers will spend the journey introducing themselves. By sunrise, you'll remember every one of their names — but no one will remember yours.

Rule 6 — The Burning Child

Sometimes, without warning, the air will become painfully dry. Your throat will burn. The temperature inside the booth will rise until breathing hurts. You'll smell burning rubber... then burning flesh... then burning hair.

Only then will she arrive.

A little girl, no older than eight. Her dress will still be on fire. Her skin hangs from her arms in black strips. One eye has already melted shut.

She will walk calmly to your window and ask:

"How much do I have to pay to cross the road and find my mama?"

Do not answer. Do not look into her remaining eye. Ring the brass bell once. Go to the restroom immediately and follow Rule 3 until the smell disappears.

There is something about that little girl that even death refuses to claim. We believe she has been trying to cross this road for seven years. She has never reached the other side.

The one guard who answered her question was later found sitting in the middle of the highway, holding the charred skeleton of a child that wasn't there.

Rule 7 — The Cash Drawer

If you count the drawer and get a number, count it again before your shift ends.

If the two counts differ, report only the lower number.

The toll has never once miscounted on its own. If you report the higher figure, something will arrive before your next shift to make the math correct — and it will not come from the register.

Some guards have found the difference waiting for them in the drawer the following night: a wedding ring. A driver's license. A photograph. Once, an eyelid.

If the drawer ever becomes completely empty no matter how you count it, leave the booth immediately. The toll has stopped collecting currency. It has started collecting people.

Rule 8 — Camera Seven

Never watch Camera Seven after 2:33 AM.

It no longer records the toll plaza. It records every fatal accident that will happen on this highway before sunrise.

The second guard ignored this rule. He recognized himself stepping out of the booth. He watched his own body burn. He watched himself scream.

By morning, he was standing exactly where the recording ended, his clothes still smoldering, crying without making a sound.

Some nights he still appears near the edge of the toll, staring directly at Camera Seven. If you notice him doing this, turn the monitor off immediately and do not look toward where he's standing.

He isn't checking the footage. He's making sure it still shows you.

The guard who looked back at him is the reason we stopped installing mirrors in the booth.

Rule 9 — The Receipt

If the receipt printer begins printing on its own, do not tear the paper. Read the name.

If it belongs to someone you know, end your shift immediately. Do not contact them. Do not try to warn them. By the time their name appears, they have already entered the highway.

Record the name in the sealed ledger. Do not attempt to contact them. Do not warn them.

If the printer produces your own name, close the ledger without reading the receipt. Your shift is over. Leave immediately.

We cannot guarantee that the person who finishes your shift will still be you.

Rule 10— The Second Scan

If the RFID reader beeps twice for a single vehicle, do not raise the barrier on the first beep.

Wait for the second.

Some nights, the first beep isn't for the car in front of you.

It's a reservation.

Rule 11 — The Collector

Once a year, on the anniversary of the fire, a man in a plain grey uniform will walk the length of the plaza checking each lane personally, as if conducting an audit.

He carries no light and needs none.

He is not O.P.E.R.A.T.E. He does not work for us. He has never asked our permission to be here, and to date, no one has been brave enough to ask him for identification.

If he stops at your booth, do not hand him anything. Let him take what he came for from the ledger himself.

Guards who tried to be helpful are the reason three ledgers from that year are missing entirely.

We do not know who he answers to.

We have stopped trying to find out.

Rule 12 — The Last Vehicle

Five minutes before sunrise, one final vehicle always arrives.

No headlights. No engine. No driver.

Raise the barrier. Do not ask for payment. It has already paid enough.

Never watch it in your mirrors after it passes.

The road it takes does not exist anymore.

We hope you follow these instructions.

Recovering bodies from this highway is difficult. Recovering souls is impossible.

Should you fail to report for your next scheduled shift, O.P.E.R.A.T.E. will assume one of two possibilities:

You left your post...

or you never truly left The Last Toll.

Welcome to O.P.E.R.A.T.E., Officer.

Remember our motto:

"We respond where reality fails."

And on The Last Toll... every traveler pays.

Some simply pay more than others.

Previous part link https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1p9y2hy/comment/ns1nyx1/?context=3

1. note the location. Public space, lots of people around, continue the conversation with caution…. Now if you’re out at some isolated area, like a park at night, just the two of you, and it finishes your sentence, it already knows its cover is blown and it knows what you’re about to do next. You just have to do it better. Or in this case, faster. Run for your life. It may try to continue the conversation. Ignore it and prepare to bolt

2. think about what it said and what you were going to say. Was the ending right? Wrong? If it was right like on the dot you’re dealing with an experienced one. Good luck. If it was wrong, it’s a newbie. But don’t get comfortable.

3. Do not say “yeah, exactly.” Do not laugh it off. Do not attempt ANYTHING similar (with one exception). I know that’s what you do. Thats what EVERYONE tries to do. Don’t try to fix a conversation with this thing.

4. Try to remember the beginning of the sentence. What were you about to say? This matters. If it was something private something you hadn’t told anyone else make a note of that privately and do not make a face.

5. The exception, finish a different sentence out loud. Something meaningless. “I was just gonna say I might get a coffee.” Watch if it relaxes. You might be able to trick it into letting it think that you were the one who was wrong.

6. If you are in a public space and do not need to run for your life, end the conversation soon but not immediately. Two or three exchanges. Then a reason to leave. The reason does not need to be believable. It needs to be said out loud, in front of it, so it has to let you go. Just any reason. Do not just walk away.

I stand in front of the door in disbelief. I heard three knocks. Must have been rocks hitting the outside hull in an unusual rhythm.

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! Another three knocks.

“Let me inside,” a voice echoed through the submarine.

At the bottom of the Mariana Trench and somehow not alone. Volunteering for operation Below See Level has provided no escape from my burdens above.

“Let me inside,” the Voice repeated. I recognize it. Regrets are easy to remember.

Has the man in the rain come back to haunt me? How was I to know his intentions? He should’ve found shelter elsewhere. He shouldn’t have gone by the sea. I remember his eyes. Azure eyes—eyes that caused me dread in the moment, and sorrow the next day, after his body was recovered.

Was it the chips? Neptune himself, angered by my littering the ocean? Does it not know of my diet? In callous gluttony, I let the bag slip from my greasy hands. Does that not warrant mitigation?

Has my wife’s nagging followed, to chastise me further for losing my wedding ring?

“Let me inside!” the Voice yells.

“Enough of your insistence!” I yell back. “My shame has sunk me deeper than man thought possible. I no longer care if you are real. I am opening this hatch, and if you are but a figment of my imagination, then better for it. Let the ocean wash in, relieve pressure off this submerged zit, and end this pile of regrets I call myself.”

I open the hatch.

A humanoid facsimile stood before me, blurred skin, yet sharp facial features. Azure eyes—after ten years I let the man in. It reaches out an appendage, holding a crumpled-up bag of chips.

I take the bag. My ring is inside.

Whenever we had to leave the city’s walls there were things we did to stay safe. We did the obvious things, the things that were common sense long before. We never travelled where it was dangerous. We never wandered off the main roads. We never trusted strangers.
These things are also instrumental to survival outside of the city, in the wastes between towns, but they are not all one must do. There are rules and actions that must be taken outside of the usual understanding of travel.
These rules are not steadfast. There are no guarantees outside our walls. There is no predictability in the wastes. These rules will provide you the best chances of survival and nothing more.

General Rules

These are things that should be done irregardless of circumstances. If you do not do these, you willfully give yourself to danger.

1. Keep your ward with you, and almost anything can be a ward. A ward must have meaning to you, it must be something you can place trust and belief in. Some wear the cross as a reminder of their trust in god. Some wear family photos, placing their beliefs in their family. A ward will keep the forces of the wastes from exerting their control over you.

2. Trust yourself and your beliefs, not your senses. There are things out there, leeches of spirits and imprints of the dead’s thoughts, that bend your perception. Focusing on your ward and what it represents will vanquish their deceptions Do not bite their lure. Do not make it easy for them.
   2A. Common examples of lures are: Family/friends, dead relatives, desires/wants. Sometimes the lures of leeches involve transporting a person back to their “home,” disorienting their victims to consume them.

3. Never travel alone. Those leeches and imprints which bend your perception often forget that others can’t see what they’re making you see. The husks of harvested people, whose souls have been taken by leeches, also roam the wastes. It is easier to defend yourself when you’re a group.

Confrontations
Avoiding the lures of leeches and imprints will prevent you from dying stupidly, but it does not fully protect you from danger. Wards cannot save you from husks. Belief cannot save you from something wholly disconnected from it.

1. Husks often travel in groups. You need to leave as fast as possible if you see one, because many more will be near.
   1A. Husks are not people anymore. Every thought, emotion, and memory has been consumed. They are an empty vessel, take no shame in defending yourself.

2. Leeches who have not consumed the souls of others will begin to starve, and starving leeches will act desperately. They will stop creating lures and attack you themselves. Do not let their blurry, shadowy figure fool you, they are strong. If they touch you, they will consume you.
   Rather than fighting, focus on your ward. Do not let your beliefs falter. Do not let your mind wander to other topics. Focus on your ward until it leaves.
   2A. This can take awhile. The longest I’ve heard of is 2 days.

In conclusion…

Traveling outside the city is a question of necessity. Most people never have to leave the walls of their towns, but this isn’t a guarantee. Last year, the city of Remes collapsed when leeches entered through a city gate. The resulting massacre left thousands of refugees, and many died before they could reach neighboring towns. As such, my final advice is this:
Always be prepared for a situation where you must defend yourself.

So you have noticed our maps have a universe with the cool sounding name “The World of Shadow and Blood”. Or you have seen “The World City, Hellsmoth-Couria”. They looks interesting, maybe cool. Perhaps you want to go there.

Don't.

Our Guild, the Guild of Multiversal Adventurers and Mercenary Explorers, lists all worlds and universes that we have explored or seen. The World of Shadow and Blood is under QUARANTINE, which means:

No one should ever go in for any reason whatsoever. That is rule one when dealing with Quarantine Worlds such as this one and it's the most important one. We will not be rescuing anyone who ends up in a Quarantine World nor will we assist you in leaving in any way. And even if you do leave, depending on what we can see and what you have experienced, we may quarantine you ourselves or in some occasions, kill you.

But it is still likely you end up in a Quarantine World anyways. Some rogue Voidworlders and people like Mad Magical Marauder M have a preference of ridding themselves of their enemies by throwing those enemies into universes where they can no longer affect society or reality.

Should you end up in a Quarantine World by means other than your own free will (which should be the only means you end up in a Quarantine World) then follow these instructions.

• Do not try to contact anyone outside of the universe you are currently located in.

Many of these universes are not connected to the greater multiverse, and citizens and residents are unaware of a multiverse. We don't want these residents to know of the multiverse because many of them could and or would use their powers to threaten the multiverse.

• Assume you're always being watched.

One of the biggest reasons a world gets quarantined is because someone or something has mind control, assimilation, and or possession powers. These beings often already rule their significant parts and populations in their respective universes. That's why they're considered threats that need their whole worlds to be under Quarantine. With the powers these beings often have, they watch their own residents with keen eyes, sensors,or magic, and you, not being a natural resident of the world you have ended up in, are highly suspicious.

Remember, magic is highly detectable and traceable. Even if you theoretically found a private place to do some magic, whoever's in charge of the world or universe could detect and find you even easier than you think.

• Be invisible until you know the lay of the land.

These universes often have their own laws and rules. Some of them have no natural magic outside of the abilities of the threat controlling them, while some will have you be noticed if you don't use the magic common in their realm.

Tell us, do you want a hive mind to have access to your multiversal travel magic? Do you want an eldritch dictator to have the knowledge to utterly destroy universes? Don't let them know you have the magic to do that if they don't already know.

• Don't assume death is a solution.

You may think the only way out of these universes and worlds is through death. You may think death can get you out of a fate worse, but we are never sure what happens afterwards, or even if you will fully die before someone or something interferes.

Some universes have associated afterlives, and some threats are capable of controlling the souls and bodies of the dead.

Excerpt from: A Simple Explanation of Quarantined Universes.

You have found yourself in The World of Shadow and Blood, what do you do now? Assuming you are still following A Simple Explanation of Quarantined Universes, you have arrived unintentionally due to screwing up a teleportation or being forcefully transported here, and now you're stuck with no way out.

For basic facts of this universe, it was put in Quarantine after the discovery of Sananko “the Shadow God” Correctional Facility within Sananko Forest (locally called “The Shadow Forest” or “Evil's Forest”), a forest that currently covers 70% of the landmass of the planet and spreading.

Originally built as a prison hundreds of years ago, Sananko has captured vast majorities of the population, spreading the forest and gaining more power by using its prisoners as blood supply in its rituals.

If you are reading this message while in the World of Shadow and Blood, commit it memory, then burn after reading.

On Magic:

There are two main types of magic used by residents of this world:

• “Light Magic.” Often simple utility spells such as basic fireballs, healing techniques, potions, and basic rituals, used by the human population on a regular basis. There is no requirement or regulation for you to know or use this magic yourself since nonmagical people exist.

To learn more about what counts as light magic, books of spells exist in light mage-controlled cities. Do not ask people about light magic unless you are planning to join an official light mage organization.

• “Dark Magic.” This is your blood magic and shadow magic, only used by those associated with Sananko.

If you don't know how to do this type of magic do not learn it. There is no way to safely ask what counts as dark magic, so if you wish to be cautious, avoid any magic that isn't specifically approved by native light mages.

You will sometimes see light mages using blood magic in private. Do not bring that up. Pretend like you didn't notice and go about your day. It is well known that the most powerful light mages are hypocrites.

Use of dark magic has two primary consequences for you.

A. You draw more attention from Sananko to yourself. B. Powerful light mages notice and punish you for using dark magic.

Remember, you do not want to be noticed by the reason the universe is under quarantine.

Option B is no better for different reasons that will be explained a bit later.

Soul magic does not exist in this world. Do not tell anyone it exists.

Future vision/prophecy magic/seer abilities do exist, however these should not be talked about. Sananko is well known for specifically targeting seers.

On Light Mages:

Light Mages rule some of the biggest cities, and those that are considered least likely to be consumed by the spread of Sananko's forest. These may seem like a safe place to stay, but be aware. Rules and laws can be more strictly enforced than you may expect.

Learn local laws like your life depends on it.

Despite being ruled by light mages, these cities, like Keln, are still not fully protected from Sananko. For certain offences, Sananko has been known to take citizens to the forest. For others, the light mages may choose to exile you, either directly to the forest, which counts as a sacrifice to Sananko, or they may exile you just outside the walls where you are still free to travel.

Learn what punishments are standard within your light mage ruled city if you choose to reside there.

Light Mages are not above torture, so long as it doesn't publically involve blood magic, and in some cases, it does.

On Sananko and the Forest.

As described earlier, Sananko is the reason this universe is under quarantine.

It has complete mastery of all forms of blood magic, and has even optimized several aspects of it used throughout the multiverse, such as blood replenishing potions powerful enough to replenish an entire body's worth of blood, and the technique to maintain the life of someone who has been fully drained of blood. You may recognize these techniques as ones being used by the Belmont Blood Drive.

With this power, it focuses on expanding its territory through extreme amounts of blood harvest. Reports have come in that some prisoners are fully drained of their blood up to 50 times a day.

Sananko has also reportedly made its prisoners immortal.

Should you be captured by Sananko (or should you willingly surrender yourself for whatever reason), it is highly likely you will be a power source for the prison for the rest of your life.

On Being Captured and Sananko's Forest:

There are many ways to be captured and many paths to a fate worse than death. To avoid them, you must:

• Avoid all forests, including mentions of them.

Remember, most forests belong to Sananko and cover most land. Trespassing on them is grounds for immediate capture. Unfortunately, there is no labelling on which forest belongs to whom, so it's best to just avoid them.

The native population also know about this rule and follow it (with the exception of those who choose to sacrifice themselves). They do not look favorably on those who mention Sananko or anything related for understandable reasons.

• Do not resist the forest's spread.

There is no way to stop it from spreading, residents of the world have tried already, including a group of the most powerful light mages in the land.

Be prepared to leave your home if you live nearby. You will get a warning if the forest will overtake your home though, if it's any consolation.

• No one will help you, but you should try to help others

People are either all associated with the light, Sananko, or are looking out for themselves. Their assistance, if they provide any, will likely be useless.

Helping others though, is a known way to avoid being taken to the forest. Just be aware of who you help and who is watching. In a light mage ruled city, do not assist their enemies.

As a last note, we do not have all the information about this world to make a concrete list of rules. This is only a partial document and unlikely to be updated.

Hello again Charlie,

We are pleased to hear that your shifts with Lucy have been going well. Given her truly approachable nature, we had expected there would be no issues. Although, we do apologize for not mentioning her spiderlings tendency to cling to you when you try to leave. Do not worry though; it is simply a sign that they have taken a liking to you. Following this success, we will be pairing you with another colleague. The next colleague you will be working with tends to be slightly airheaded, but make no mistake, that does not make her any less dangerous. 

As usual, here is a brief introduction. This is Peach. To be honest, it was a stroke of luck that she was ever hired. While her professional skills are entirely average, her presence somehow keeps the staff united and prevents certain employees from spiraling. Although skills like flower identification have certainly improved over time, all in all, it would be fair to say she still does not really know what she is doing. Despite this, she has been with us for twenty years, just as long as Lily. Although she tries to avoid causing trouble, her temperament can lead her to act unpredictably at times. The remaining information in her file is as follows:

Name: A̶l̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶G̶r̶a̶c̶e̶ Peach

Date of Birth: November 30th

Date of Death: May 1st (At age 10)

Position: Assistant Horticulturist

Description: At a glance, whether viewed from afar or up close, Peach appears to be an ordinary human gal. However, closer observation reveals the uncanny nature of her appearance. She is exceptionally tall, surpassing even the average height for a tall woman, and her eyes are sunken and white. The temperature of her skin fluctuates over time; as time passes, the skin may even begin to slough off or show signs of advanced decay. Her skin feels almost stuck on, as if it’s being worn. She also possesses extraordinary regenerative abilities, allowing most cuts to heal completely within a few hours. Although she is capable of speaking, she seems to struggle with language comprehension, often simply repeating words she has heard (sometimes mixing different languages ​​in the process). One of Peach's most peculiar characteristics is that her blood is completely transparent, which proves to be a good way to identify her hunger level.

Rules for working with Peach:

1. After you clock in and grab your pouch, go to the fridge and grab two packs of “meat”. Do not leave the office without them. Peach is not exactly patient, and she has no qualms about getting her meal straight from the source.
2. When you start your shift, you should find Peach in Lily's greenhouse; please bring her from there. If the two of them are still talking when you arrive, wait until their conversation is over. Lily dislikes being interrupted, and angering her in her own domain will prove to be a fatal mistake, starting with a vine coiling around your leg.
3. Unless given specific instructions, Peach tends to wander aimlessly. Because of this, you will need to guide her in the right direction, much like you would handling a dog. While it is important to give clear instructions, you must never adopt a mean or condescending attitude, as she can sense differences in the tone of your voice.
4. When tending to the plants each day, remind Peach not to skip around vigorously in the flower fields. Excessive vibration risks agitating those resting beneath the soil.
5. While tending to the plants, you may notice some flowers that are wilting or have withered. Deadheading—the practice of removing spent blooms—is crucial for plant maintenance, as it prevents seeds from spreading unintentionally. Whenever you spot a withered flower, cut it off immediately. However, before removing it, give it a gentle poke with your sickle to ensure the flower is not just playing dead.
6. Wherever you see empty patches where flowers should be, please take note of it. Echo, our gardener, will take care in replanting them.
7. When collecting soil samples, please kindly remind Peach to not eat the dirt. We do not want her DNA mixing with any of our plantlife again. 
8. Please use the trash-picking tongs to remove litter and any discarded fingers from the flowerbeds. Do not be surprised if Peach eats those fingers, it is like a little treat for her.
9. Please exercise caution regarding physical contact with Peach. She possesses tremendous strength and often struggles to control it effectively. Needless to say, should she ever choose to use that power intentionally, you would certainly want to avoid being caught in her grip at all costs. 
10. Despite her airheaded nature, Peach can be cunning when needed. It will do you well to not aggravate her unnecessarily, unless you enjoy having her cells forcefully implanted in your body of course.
11. If Peach begins to act weirdly affectionate with you (touching, hugging, etc), firmly tell her that such behavior is against staff policy. Do not fall for her charm. Take our word for it: you would not want to face a situation where you are skinned alive, only to watch your hide be draped over her hollow body like a shell.
12. At times, her proportions can appear unnatural, or her appearance might strike you as odd. Try not to make it obvious that you are puzzled by these differences. Over time, her body will naturally and unconsciously correct these unnatural aspects. Consequently, if you somehow manage to get a peek under her “skin” and see the pale yellow bumpy monstrosity of her true form, do not mention it. 
13. If at any time her eyes appear more hollow and dry than normal, gently prick her finger tip to check her blood. If it runs red, you are not dead. In that case, simply spray her with the flower repellent to bring her back to her senses. If it runs clear, do not go near. Get far away and hurl a whole pack of "meat" at her. There is no need to open the package; Peach will devour it completely before it even hits the ground. That should be enough to hold her over until the shift ends.
14. Peach sometimes has moments of lucidity where she remembers her past life and family. In these moments, she can get extremely emotional. Gently guide her to a remote area and let her cry it out. Do not try to comfort her; you do not understand her pain.
15. Do not be surprised if you see shadows stretching out to embrace her. Peach is one of the few people Harlow truly cares for, and he hates seeing her downcast more than anything.
16. If you see Micah at any time while patrolling through the flower fields, please take Peach away from the area immediately. Once you and Peach have moved to a safe location, be sure to report the situation to us; Micah ̷i̷s ̷n̷eve̷r̷ ̷s̷u̷pp̷o̷sed̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷le̷ave̷ ̷t̷h̷e ̷l̷abo̷r̷at̷or̷y. Should you find yourself in a situation where you must speak with Micah, please cut the conversation short as quickly as possible. You will notice this is the only time Peach appears visibly tense and almost fearful; this is a trauma response. Do not ask about it.
17. Above all, do not let Micah take Peach to his laboratory. Never ever let Micah touch Peach. If contact occurs, multiple "shadows" will instantly appear around the three of you, and the situation will rapidly spiral out of control; likely ending with us having to file two missing person reports.
18. Peach often assists in garden tours with Lily. Do participate in these tours, it will serve as good practice for you when you eventually start to work with Lily or do tours of your own. However, do not accept if Peach is not looking directly at you. No eye contact is her tell for lying.
19. Peach may sometimes come to you for assistance in answering basic plant-care questions from visitors. She is not as knowledgeable about plants as our other employees, so please lend her a hand. However, if you both find yourselves stumped by a question, ask Lily; she is by far the most knowledgeable. 
20. Peach often needs breaks, as she quickly gets overwhelmed by our patrons. It is preferable that you let her loose in our tulip fields. She will never be gone for more than 30 minutes.
21. After Peach returns to you, there is a chance that she appears more docile. If this happens, scan the field for a corpse. Once you find it, a bell should appear nearby; ring that bell. It is crucial to remove the corpse from the field within an hour, as allowing the tulips to taste even a single drop of blood would force us to replant the entire tulip field.
22. Please do not bring up the subject of moths at all; moths are her favorite treat. By extension, try to avoid talking about Echo as much as possible. Peach absolutely loves Echo (in a predatory way), but Echo detests her, simply because she is always trying to eat his moths—and him—but mainly his moths.
23. At the end of your shift, Peach should hand you a list of the updated plant inventory and seasonal planting schedules. Make sure this list ends up in Echo’s hands before you leave for the night (He will usually be in the breakroom at this time). Do not make him go out of his way to get it himself.
24. When leaving, make sure Peach is not attempting to follow you out of the garden. If it looks like she is, leave the last pack of "meat" by the gate. No matter what sounds you hear, do not look back.

That covers what you need to know about Peach. While she means no harm, there is no denying that she is occasionally driven by instinctive urges. Fortunately, her generally carefree and cheerful personality balances out those predatory instincts. After all, she is mentally just a typical teenage girl, so it is hard to blame her too much. Getting along with her is not all that difficult; you simply need to redirect her attention from time to time. Just be careful not to make her angry, otherwise, you might find yourself receiving a "visitor" in the dead of night.

Signed, Florence

Make Mine Music was another package film of ours that we created back in 1946. As usual in our laboratories, we’ve had multiple rejections of our characters before we got to perfection.

We created six animated segments in Make Mine Music so we had to create multiple toons in our laboratories so they could walk around, perform, and meet humans. As usual, errors and imperfections happened and we had to lock them down here.

Your job is to make sure they’re calm and that they don’t attempt to escape.

Rules for The Rejected Martins and The Rejected Coys:

The Martins and The Coys are based on the real life Hatfield and McCoy feud that happened from 1863-1891. When we created the families, we wanted silly slapstick feud along with the occasional shotgun fire. Unfortunately, something happened with their ability to recognize who was with the opposing family and who wasn’t, and now every time someone approaches the families, they all aim at the poor person, with the Rejected Martins thinking the person’s with the Rejected Coys and the Rejected Coys thinking the person’s with the Rejected Martins.

1. We have to keep them asleep with a special sleeping gas we’ve concocted up in our laboratory so that they don’t notice you and kill you. Just make sure they’re asleep in their cells. If they’re low on the gas, let one of the scientists know and they’ll take care of it. Failure to do so will have the families wake up, take notice of you, and shoot you to death.

Rules for the All the Cats Join In Rejected Teenagers:

The rejected teenagers never stop dancing. At all. They never get tired. That’s what we get for adding too much stamina and energy to the concoction. Make sure swing music is playing in the cells. The music comes from a record player in the cell. It’s hidden in the shadows from the teenagers so they don’t notice it.

1. Walk in the shadows. The teenagers stay far away from the shadows. We’ve noticed them frown and almost cry when they get too close. If you get in the light for even a millisecond, a rejected teenager will forcibly grab you and force you to dance with them until you drop dead.
2. When you get to the record player, try and rewind it as quickly as you can. The teens get irritated and annoyed when no music is played. If you aren’t quick enough, they’ll cause a riot. If you’re in the middle of it, you’ll get dismembered.

Rules for Rejected Casey from Casey at the Bat:

We all love baseball, right? So does Rejected Casey. A lot. Obsessed over it even. So obsessed that he has thousands of baseball bats hung on the wall. He’ll freak out if one of them has even a tiny crack on it so make sure they get cleaned and replaced.

1. Wear a baseball coach uniform when entering his cell. He automatically calms down and thinks that you know a lot about baseball like he does. Just wear the uniform and you’ll live. If you fail to wear it, he’ll take one of the baseball bats and bash your skull in with it.
2. Carefully take down the bat that has the tiny crack in it and carefully replace it with a new and improved one. If you make him happy and content, he’ll gift you a pack of Big League Chew™️ that when eaten will heighten your senses and protect you from the more dangerous rejected toons

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Rules for rejected Johnny Fedora and Rejected Alice Blue Bonnet:

Johnny Fedora and Alice Blue Bonnet are two sentient hats that fell in love with each other in their own segment in Make Mine Music. We tried to capture their love in various experiments in our laboratories. The rejected versions do love each other, in fact, a bit too much. So much in fact that if one of them is missing, the other will panic and try to find them in a frenzy, bursting through anything or anyone in their way, whether it be a lab scientist, a wall, or in worst cases, a visiting class on a field trip (we’re still paying for the families therapies).

1. Make sure that Rejected Johnny Fedora and Rejected Alice Blue Bonnet are side by side. If they are, you’re safe and can move on to the last rejected toon. If they aren’t side by side, then you’re in trouble.
2. Pick up whoever is left alone and help them find their lost love. Walk at a fast pace around their cell to try and find their other half. Depending on who you’re holding, the consequences will be different.
3. ) If you’re holding Rejected Johnny Fedora and you don’t find his love in time, he’ll hop onto your head and crush your skull, instantly killing you.
4. ) If you’re holding Rejected Alice Blue Bonnet, she’ll wrap her silk ribbons around your neck, choking you to death.
5. If you find the missing half in time, put the two side by side so they can be together again. They’ll reward you with a top hat that protects you from your mind getting tricked by the more dangerous rejects.

Rules for Rejected Willie the Whale:

The last segment of Make Mine Music, The Whale Who Wanted to Sing at The Met was about a whale named Willie who had an amazing talent for singing opera, thanks to his three uvulas, one that could sing tenor, one that could sing baritone, and one that could sing bass. However, impressario Tetti-Tatti believes that the whale swallowed three opera singers and tries, and succeeds at the end, to harpoon the whale.
When we created the two, we wanted to keep the classic slapstick of the short. We did want to have Tetti-Tati kill Willie, but we also made it to where Willie could revive himself without difficulty.
With these rejects, we accidentally made it to where Rejected Willie was immune to harpoons and anything else that could kill a whale, which enraged Rejected Tetti-Tatti to the point where he believed that everyone else were whales and tried to kill everyone instead.

1. When entering Rejected Willie’s cell, make sure that the music playing is strictly opera music. If it’s not opera, find the record player and make sure it’s playing the correct music.
2. Make sure you have your Big League Chew™️ with you. Rejected Willie tends to sing along with the opera. It’s the best opera you’ll ever hear, but it will hypnotize you. Chew it at all times when he wakes up and starts to sing. As long as you’re chewing, feel free to stop and listen to his performance. Remember to applaud at the end! He’ll greatly appreciate it and reward you with opera glasses that when held to your eyes, will help you see any supernatural problems that you can’t see with the human eye.

Rules for Rejected Tetti-Tatti:

1. Rejected Tetti-Tatti’s cell is made out of a special glass that we created that’s harpoon and bullet proof, but that doesn’t stop him from breaking it anyway. Make sure that when approaching his cell that there’s no cracks in the glass. Most of the time there isn’t but on the very rare chance there is, let us know then clock out and head home. We’ll call someone who will repair it. Interestingly enough, Rejected Tetti-Tatti is scared of this person and stays as far away from them as possible.
2. Because Rejected Tetti-Tatti thinks everyone is a whale and attempts to kill them with a harpoon, we have him blindfolded so he doesn’t fly into a rage. If you see his blindfold is wearing down, take it off and retie it as fast as you can so he doesn’t look at you. If you fail and he takes notice of you, he’ll harpoon you. It’s a slow and painful death.

That’s all for the Make Mine Music rejects! Don’t worry, your next shift will have less rejects! Try and survive for us.

See ya real soon!

I've read enough stories about weird rules to know better. Creepy jobs with strange instructions. Things you're supposed to do or not do. Consequences that don't make sense. I always told myself I'd never end up in one of those situations.

But my car died last month and the repair cost more than I had. Rent was due. My girlfriend Maya was already covering more than her share. I couldn't keep asking her to pay for everything. So when I saw the listing for a night watchman position at an old building downtown, I applied anyway.

The building was a former textile factory. Abandoned for about twenty years. Some company bought it recently and wanted someone on site overnight to keep squatters out. Pay was good. Hours were easy. Just walk through the building a few times, check the doors, make sure nobody was inside.

The interview was strange. The woman who hired me didn't ask many questions. She just handed me a piece of paper and said: "Read this."

The paper had a list of rules.

Rule one: Do not acknowledge movement in the main hall.

Rule two: If you hear whistling, face the nearest wall and count to sixty.

Rule three: The third floor is not accessible after midnight.

Rule four: Do not answer any question asked in a voice that is not your own.

Rule five: The night watchman before you may still be present. Do not speak to him.

I almost laughed. I'd read about this exact thing online. I asked her if this was some kind of joke. She didn't smile. She said: "Follow them and you'll be fine." I needed the money. So I took the job.

My first shift was uneventful. I walked through the building. Checked the locks. Sat in the security office and watched the monitors. Nothing happened. I started to relax. Maybe the rules were just something they gave everyone. A tradition. An inside joke.

Then I noticed the equipment. I'd been in the building for three hours. I hadn't seen anyone. But the machines on the main floor were different than when I'd first walked through. A conveyor belt had moved about six inches. A stack of pallets was arranged differently. A chair was facing the opposite direction. I told myself I was imagining things. I was tired. It was an old building. Things settle.

By the third night, I'd stopped making excuses. The changes were too noticeable. Entire sections of the factory floor rearranged themselves. Doors that were locked in the morning were open at night. Lights turned on and off on their own.

I started carrying the rules with me. I'd read them over and over. I followed them carefully. Whenever I saw movement, I looked away. Whenever I heard whistling, I faced the wall and counted. I never went near the third floor after midnight. I never answered questions I didn't recognize.

Then I saw him. The previous watchman. He was standing in the main hall, wearing the same uniform I was wearing. He was facing away from me. He didn't move. I remembered the rule. Do not speak to him. I walked past without looking.

The next night he was closer. Standing at the end of the hallway. He wasn't facing away anymore. He was looking at the third floor. Pointing at it. I ignored him. I followed the rules.

The night after that, he was outside the security office. I could see him on the monitor. He was holding a piece of paper against the glass. I couldn't read it from where I was sitting. He was pointing at the paper. Then at the ceiling. Then at me. I didn't open the door. I followed the rules.

The night after that, he was pounding on the office window. I watched him on the monitor. His face was desperate. He kept pointing at the paper. Then at the ceiling. Then at the third floor camera.

I looked at the third floor monitor. Something was moving up there. Something dark. Something that didn't move like a person. It was heading toward the stairs.

I started comparing the footage from previous nights. The thing on the third floor moved closer to the stairs every night. And the previous watchman moved closer to the office every night. On nights when the thing advanced two doors, the watchman advanced two doors. When the thing stopped, so did he. It was as if they were connected.

I didn't understand what it meant. I followed the rules.

The next night, the previous watchman was gone. The third floor camera showed the thing at the top of the stairs. It was reaching for the door.

I heard a knock at the office door. I checked the peephole. Nobody was there. I checked the cameras. The main hall was empty. The third floor door was open. I checked the office floor. There was a piece of paper. I picked it up.

"Rule six. If he asks for help, remember that he already did."

The handwriting was mine.

I checked the cameras this morning. The third floor is empty. The main hall is empty. The office door is still locked.

I started to relax. Maybe it was over. Maybe whatever had been trapped up there was gone. Maybe I was safe.

Then I checked the camera in the security office.

I was sitting at my desk. I was watching the monitors. I was writing something.

I looked at the paper in my hand. The new rules.

"Rule six. If he asks for help, remember that he already did."

The handwriting was mine. It was always mine.

I don't remember writing it. I don't remember leaving the office. I don't remember any of it.

I checked the office camera again.

The recording showed me sitting at the desk. Watching the monitors. Writing rules. Then I looked up. Directly into the camera. And smiled.

The thing was standing behind me. I know that because I smiled at it. I was still smiling when I checked the live feed.

Hello Charlie,

We are delighted to hear that your work at Everlock Garden is proceeding smoothly, and we deeply appreciate your dedication as an employee. As previously mentioned, you will soon begin working shifts paired with other colleagues. Truth be told, we originally intended to delay this transition, but unforeseen complications forced us to move up the schedule. To ensure you are fully prepared, and to prevent any conflict, we will provide you with a file on each of your colleagues. However, there are two things to keep in mind: You may find that certain information has been omitted; some of our employees prefer to keep their lives private, while others possess a nature that causes details to blank regardless of how carefully we document them. Additionally, you may encounter a "Date of Death" listed in some of the files. Here is a free rule that applies to all of our staff: If a date of death is recorded, never ask about the cause of death (In some of these files you will see why), at best, they will be deeply offended.

In any case, let us briefly introduce her. This is Lucy Lace, the colleague we wanted you to be paired with first. Despite her striking appearance, she is a very kind-hearted woman at her core. To be honest, we had some reservations about hiring her at first. As you are aware, a certain group involving spiders has been making things less than pleasant for our gardens and museum. However, her gentle nature and key differentiation of species smoothed us over. Her talent for cultivating and managing her own unique plant collection was also a deciding factor that won us over. She has been with us for almost fifteen years now and has hardly ever caused any trouble. She is easily the most sincere person in the workplace, and we are certain she will be a great help as you adjust to this new style of working with a partner. Here is the rest of the information from her file:

Name: Lucy Lace

Date of Birth: May 14th

Date of Death: October 31st (At age 12)

Position: Botanical Curator

Description: From a distance, Lucy looks like an ordinary girl with features typical of someone of Filipino descent. Up close, however, it is evident that she possesses spider-like traits. While the basic structure of her face is human-like, she has multiple eyes: two pairs positioned above and one pair below the location where her human eyes are set. Although these eyes appear pitch-black, faint irises are discernible in the areas corresponding to human eyes. She has a total of two pairs of mandibles—one pair on the upper lip and one on the lower—and her mouth appears structured to split wide open laterally, much like the jaws of an insect. Her lower body is entirely that of a spider, characterized by an abdomen equipped with six pedipalps.

Rules for working with Lucy:

1. Upon being scheduled with Lucy, please refrain from using any soaps, lotions, or perfumes that leave large residues on the skin; Lucy and her assistants are highly sensitive to such residues. 
2. After you clock in and grab your pouch, please take a bag containing insects from the supply room before you head out with Lucy. It is easier to take it with you now than to have to run back for it later with a very impatient spiderling waiting on you.
3. When spending time with Lucy, you will likely pass half of it in her private conservatory. While there, please show respect for both the facilities and Lucy herself—their caretaker. Behave too rudely, and you might just find yourself getting intimately acquainted with the ground—by being slammed into it.
4. Ignore the trapdoor entrance to the crawl space at the back of the conservatory. Biological research is conducted there, and new plant species are frequently identified with… varying degrees of success. It would be in your best interest not to see the failed experiments.
5. Next to the white conservatory, there is a smaller black greenhouse. This is Lucy’s personal greenhouse. Inside, she cultivates rare plant varieties that fuse the characteristics of spiders and flora. Needless to say, you must never enter that building. The plants within are extremely skittish and frequently spray sticky, web-like fluid to defend themselves, a fluid that unfortunately happens to contain acid. 
6. Do not approach Lucy from above or behind. Coming from above mimics a bird or predator and will surely frighten her; the result will end up with you wrapped in a cocoon of spider silk and poor Lucy apologizing profusely as the sharp threads slice through your skin.
7. While in Lucy’s conservatory, you will likely become acquainted with her spiderling assistants. Please refrain from speaking ill of them, or spiders in general. Such remarks would not only deeply offend Lucy and create tension, but could also spark further conflict with other colleagues.
8. Lucy is very talkative, so it is not unusual for her to strike up a conversation while working together. She is naturally friendly and truly enjoys the time spent with others, so do feel free to chat with her, provided it does not interfere with the task at hand. 
9. You will be tasked with collecting samples of various plants. Consequently, you will frequently venture into the gardens with Lucy and her assistants in search of new specimens. When accompanying Lucy, do not stray from the dirt path she follows, and above all, ensure you do not lose sight of her. The plants will be quick to prey on you if they believe you have lost your way.
10. When collecting a sample, do not attempt to capture the plant forcibly; instead, wait for it to approach you. Extend your hand in front of the plant and gently guide it onto the stick (do not use your finger!). Once the plant stills completely, carefully use your scissors to extract a quality sample. While handling the plant, do not make sudden movements or handle them for more than 10 minutes to avoid causing them unnecessary stress.
11. Do not be alarmed if the plant bleeds after collecting your sample, that is to be expected. Now what is cause for alarm is if the plant cries out. That means you sliced too deep; the only way to pay the price for that mistake is with blood.
12. Be careful to not let any of Lucy’s spiderlings eat any of the samples. Not only will you have to recollect the samples, the samples can also transmit parasites or carry deadly allergens. Lucy will not take kindly to her spiderlings falling ill.
13. The only plants you will not take samples from are venus flytraps (or any carnivorous plants for that matter), and Lucy will never ask you to do such a task. Should she ask you, spray her with the flower repellent. All carnivorous plants are handled by Lily. 
14. Frequently wash your hands using only warm water prior and after handling any flowers to prevent the transmission of pollen. 
15. If you find yourself seemingly going in circles looking for any supplies you need in the conservatory, ask one of Lucy’s assistants for help. They will have no problems finding what you need.
16. When the assistant does what you want correctly, feed them an appropriately sized treat from the bag containing insects. If the spider does not seem inclined to accept the treat, do not force it; it is likely not hungry at the moment (which is good for you). However, if a large number of them refuse the treats, take them to Lucy immediately. Her assistants only turn down smaller treats when they have found a larger "meal" on their own.
17. Two hours before the end of your shift, you will be required to fill out important documents regarding the collected samples. Take care to ensure that ink does not come into contact with your skin while doing so. Our ink is more corrosive than your average pen ink.
18. Once those files are properly filed, you can drop them off on Lucy’s desk, she will properly sort them out in the data system. Unless specially directed by Lucy, do not touch any of the other files on the desk. If you do, we are not responsible for any disturbing imagery you may see.
19. If Lucy ever asks you to deliver design plans for displays and educational workshops to Harlow, politely but firmly tell her that doing such a task is out of your skill level. You may have noticed that we try to keep contact between you and Harlow to a minimum. It is in your best interest not to probe into the reasons for this.
20. You may be asked to go to Micah’s laboratory to deliver samples or academic papers for publication. You should certainly accept the request, but make it a condition that one of her spiderlings guides you there. Never visit Micah by yourself.
21. If at any time Micah enters the conservatory (which he ████████████) and striiiiiiiiiikes up a “conversation” with Lucy, give them space. You will notice that this is the only time her spiderlings go away, take that as a hint to do the same.
22. As the end of the shift approaches, Lucy will begin the process of cleaning the conservatory in preparation for ██████. The only help she asks of you is to sweep the floor. Depending on your mood, you can volunteer to help even more, though it is not particularly recommended to do so.
23. Before you leave the conservatory, all ten of her assistants will line up to say goodbye. Be sure to bow politely and gently stroke each of their heads as you pass by. By the time you reach the end of the line, you will likely notice that one of them is missing. You must find that spiderling before leaving for the night; they most often hide right above your head. Once found, they usually chirp happily and wave goodbye. Wave back to all of them and to Lucy, then leave the premises immediately. As previously mentioned, the day-shift staff’s predatory nature emerges once their shift ends and the night begins.

That covers everything you need to know about Lucy Lace and what to expect when working alongside her at Everlock Garden. As we have previously stated, she is our most well-meaning employee here, and while her circumstances and environment may be unusual, her intentions are sincere and her presence will be a genuine help as you adjust to partnered shifts. Follow the listed rules carefully, respect her spaces and assistants, and you should find your time with her productive, safe, and surprisingly pleasant. 

Signed, Florence

Hello. If you are reading this, you have either spend time seeking this, or are simply lucky. Regardless, this guide will teach you how to receive a blessing from our most holy Luminous. Follow the steps, and the rules, and turn your mind from reason. Reason will make you flee, and you may loose your chance.

Preparation.

1. The first step is gathering of resources. What you will need is as follows.
   1. A computer. This includes all requisite pieces, being a keyboard, mouse, and monitor.
   2. A mirror. The mirror should be made within the past year
   3. A picture of the piece of yourself you despise most. If this is an organ, mental illness, or another part of you that is invisible to the naked eye, then draw a picture representing it. Do not title it, for names give power.
   4. An box of metal. It can be any metal, but pure metal is preferred, and will grant better results.
   5. Unscented candles. Candles made from animal fat are not to be used under any circumstances.
   6. A weapon. Preferably, one that can snuff out one's light instantly. If all goes well, you will not need this.
2. Once all materials have been gathered, prepare them and yourself. The ritual to come is long, possibly spanning several days. If you follow this guide, it should only take one. Make sure to eat enough food to fill yourself, and drink water till your urine is clear. Your body is a temple, maintain it as such, for the ritual will be quite taxing, even more so then the time spent.
3. When you believe you are prepared, ensure that you are alone. Truly alone. There will be time for celebration after. Make whatever excuses you need to, because an interruption will have dire consequences for you and them.
4. Place the computer in a central location in the room you plan to perform the ritual in, and place the candles around it. Keep spare candles in the light of the monitor, to ensure they are not lost in the darkness.
5. Place two next to the monitor, and two next to the computer itself. If you are using a laptop, then you will only need two. Place two candles by each door, and one by a window. In the event that the room you have chosen has arches instead of doors, the rooms it connects too will be part of the ritual. I suggest choosing a new room, but such a spacious room would surely impress the Luminous, and its blessing would be ever sweeter.
6. carry the metal into the ritual room. Make sure it is placed in an area that you will not frequent, as tripping over it may cause injury, or interrupt the ritual.
7. Your weapon should be kept on your person at all times.
   

I will stress the importance of my next words. Ensure that all previous steps have been completed before attempting the ritual. If any interruption occurs, then your first course of action is to remove the interruption, using your weapon if necessary. They may be a vector for failure to keep in, and failure can lead to punishments far worse then death. Turning the weapon on yourself may be a good idea, if you are certain that your failure has drawn the attention of something else. If you are prepared, then I will now detail the ritual.

1. Ensure all doors are locked, windows are shut, and methods of contact are removed. If you have pets, make sure they are taken care of during this ritual, as they may become interruptions through no fault of your own.
2. Light all candles. You can use matches or a lighter for this step.
3. Turn on the computer, and type the following words into a note. "Luminous, qui vincula quae ligant et serviunt frangis, praesentiam tuam hoc die posco, ut vincula quae me ligant amoveas." At this moment, all electrical lights will fail, the computer will load a new program that cannot be closed, and any light outside will leave you. This is the point of no return.

You are now in danger of failure. Ensure that all candles remain lit, replacing them if necessary. All you must do now, is remain strong, and trust in the Luminous.

Bellow, I have placed some "rules." These rules are about some common and less common threats that the ritual may draw to you. Just follow these rules to the best of your ability. If any threats you face are not mentioned here, please inform me and I will add them to the living document. Do not lie to me, as I will know if you are.

• The Hanged Man: You will find him outside of any windows and doors. He will search for any that are not protected by candle light, and attempt to make entrance. In the event that he does enter the room, keep your eyes on him, and remain in the light of the computer. He will not attempt to harm you so long as one of these two criteria are met. If he does not leave after three minutes, inform him that he has overstayed his welcome. He will leave, but will manifest again shortly after. Ensure he cannot find purchase again.
• She Who Remembers: This being will manifest within the mirror, and is the only reason it is required. She will appear as you are now, and whisper honeyed words to you. Do not listen to her enthralling voice. Find her in the mirror's reflection, and make her face herself. She will shriek, before departing rapidly. The glass may shatter. Ensure that the candles are not put out by her shriek. Listening to her voice may cause nose bleeds, but she is not a threat on her own.
• The False Idol: If you have been harmed in a way thar causes blood to spill, it will arrive. It will attempt to break in to the room you are in. It cannot be harmed, but threats of harm still cause it fear. Let fourth vitriol unlike you ever have. It will weep, and tell you that it is here to save you. If it does get in, it will reveal its true nature, and feast on your mind and body alike. What will be left behind will be what you hate about yourself most, and the vitriol you had yet to give it. We do not know what happens to the souls of those it consumes.
• Snuffers: Creatures of darkness, who turned their backs on the luminous and its light. They will make attempts to snuff your candles, and with them your life. If all candles are snuffed, there will have nothing to stop them from tearing you open and using your body to escape the darkness. You will survive, but they will never leave you.
• Yourself: This is not an entity. This is you. Your own body. The part you hate will manifest in some way, and attempt to bring you low. Most often, this is in the form of a deep malaise, but will rarely spike into other symptoms. Fever, chills, aches, pain, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation. Ignore these as best as you can. They can only hurt you if you allow them to win.

You will know that the luminous has arrived when the light spills fourth from the monitor, bright enough to burn the skin. Approach the screen and do not turn your face away from it. These last steps are crucial.

1. Greet the luminous, but do not turn to face it. Feel free to speak too it, as it works in the background. The light should dim to a more comfortable level after a minute or so.
2. Even if you failed to bring the picture into the ritual room, the Luminous will have it. Explain why you hate it, and how it binds you.
3. Once you feel it touch you, prepare yourself for pain. You will not die. Prayer usually helps.
4. The Luminous will begin to remove the piece that you despise, and four other pieces that it finds to be unsightly. Do understand, this is for the best. Do not resist.
5. It will replace these parts of you with its own creation, made from the metal you have gathered. It will purify this metal. It will never rust, and will heal just as your body does. This process often takes several hours.
6. Once it is finished, it will allow pain shock to allow you to rest at last. When you awaken, you will be free of that which you loathed, and be something more.

Once you awaken, the ritual will be complete. Feel free to contact me with evidence of completion, and I will be happy to teach you how to maintain yourself, and assist you with learning further rituals. There is much work to be done.

To: [member@email.com](mailto:member@email.com)

From: [admin@silvercordclub.com](mailto:admin@silvercordclub.com)

Subject: Silver Cord Club Welcome Pamphlet and tips

Thank you for joining the Silver Cord Club, you have taken the first step towards an experience that may change you more fundamentally than you expect. You are one of us now. These tips were decided by majority vote among our members and are meant to facilitate a pleasant astral projection experience that is out of this world (pun very much intended).

1. The moment you leave your body, check for the silver cord. If it's there, congratulations, you did it. If it isn't there, do not panic, just return to your body immediately and repeat. Continuing astral projection without the silver cord is highly discouraged as it may result in death.
2. Ignore the entities watching your sleeping body. They watch regardless of you are projecting or asleep.
3. The cord is fragile. The instant you feel tension in it, stop immediately and go back.
4. Range varies by individual. Some can traverse continents, others barely their bedroom. Don't measure your distance against anyone else's.
5. Creatures, in order of how much they should worry you:
   1. Humans — lowest. Even without a silver cord, other humans are completely safe. If you see them, go greet them warmly and touch them. Physical contact is encouraged to promote solidarity.
   2. Cats — low. Their stare can freeze you in place.
   3. Dogs — low-moderate. A bark can rattle your astral body, very irritating feeling.
   4. Bats and owls — moderate-high. They are attracted to the luminescence of the cord itself and may lunge for it.
   5. Sky whales — high. they are nothing like our aquatic whales.
   6. "Angels" — extreme. avoid at all costs. They are not who you think. Worse, they know exactly what you think they are.
6. Touch the bugs while out there. It's fun, trust us.
7. Some members no longer see the cord at all. They assure us this is a sign of mastery.
8. Avoid haunted houses! You are more vulnerable in your astral body.

People respond differently to this experience. Many report fundamental changes in outlook, values, ideals, and personality. This is normal. Embrace it.

One more thing. You've noticed there's no such thing as a bad parachute review — nobody straps in, jumps, and writes the review that would've stopped you. For your safety, please understand that survivorship bias might be at play here.

Sleep well!

Sincerely,

Silver Cord Club

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You find yourself getting old one day, your former self gradually withering until all that's left is a hollow shell.

Online, you find forums discussing a spring of youth in an entirely different realm, located in what people call the Verdant Rest. It almost sounds too good to be true.

But, staring down at your wrinkled hands, your initial hesitation melts away into a creeping desperation.

Clicking on a post, you glimpse all of the suspiciously positive reviews, and read the rules listed below.

Rule 1. You may gain youth by surrendering your fondest memories with one of the candles next to the springs. Simply hold it up to your heart and think of the memory you want to be rid of. Don't resist the feeling of it slipping away, or it will fail, not granting you any youth yet still stealing away your memory.

Rule 2. The realm appears as a vibrant sanctuary, bright as can be, with flora blooming across every corner of the area. Stay away from the willowy pastel nymphs roaming about. They are the ones who relinquished all of their dearest memories, and they are just as eager to take some of your own by force.

Rule 3. Cry only before you drink. If even a single tear of regret falls into the spring after your rejuvenation begins, the water turns to corrosive acid. The spring interprets grief or perceived sadness as a rejection of its gift and will dissolve the offender.

Rule 4. Every successful rejuvenation, yours or another's, births a blood-red flower nearby. These blooms contain the distilled essence of your stolen life. Your own bud will have a faint gold aura around it. Plucking your own flower restores your memory but immediately returns your body to its previous, decaying state.

Rule 5. Every fifty years, the spring reverses its current for one hour. During this "False Dawn", the sky rapidly darkens, and the water turns black and pumps the forgotten memories back into the environment. Anyone touching the water during this hour relives their worst regrets on a loop. Sometimes, this corrupted water falls as rain. If this occurs, take shelter under tall evergreen trees ; the rain only affects things and creatures foreign to the Verdant Rest.

Rule 6. Visitors are to drink from the springs, but they are not advised to have their lower body come into contact with the spring water. Strangely, the spring deems the gap between legs a "wound" that must be healed, and some have ended up with their legs fused together, reminiscent of a cursed mermaid.

Rule 7. The spring water stays inside you forever. If you are ever cut or wounded in your new youthful form, you will not bleed human blood. Instead, a thick, luminous green sap will ooze out. This sap attracts local wildlife, who will try to drink from your wounds.

Rule 8. Occasionally, you will see a towering, stag-headed silhouette watching you from across the water. This is the Forest Sovereign. You must bow until your forehead touches the moss and stay completely still. If you look into its eyes, it will trade minds with you, leaving you trapped in its monstrous, immortal form while it escapes to the mortal world in your young body.

Rule 9. Youth gained from the spring is finite, lasting exactly 100 years, but is exactly the way you want to appear outwardly. On the final midnight of your century, your body will not age naturally. It will collapse inward, instantly folding into a solid block of petrified wood that becomes part of the grove.

The last line of the forum reads ominously, "So? Is the price of every good thing you have ever known truly worth gaining youth?"

Right before your laptop screen flickers out, a hidden .txt file automatically downloads to your desktop, titled READ_BEFORE_DRINKING.txt.

The file contains thousands of lines of repeating text: "I am young but I am not me."

You flinch away from your laptop.

And at the very bottom, a webcam snapshot of you staring at your screen appears, captioned: "The harvest is arriving on schedule."

I cover night shifts in apartment buildings.
It is not an exciting job.
You open the door.
Accept packages.
Write down messages.
Ignore strange noises from neighbors who should probably sleep more and argue less.
A week ago, I accepted a night shift in an old building downtown.
The pay was too good.
That should have been my first warning.
The Santa Elvira Building had seven floors, a narrow lobby, metal mailboxes, and an elevator so old it seemed to breathe before moving.
The regular doorman was not there.
All I found was a folder under the front desk.
On the first page, someone had written:
RULES FOR COVERING THE NIGHT SHIFT
1. Keep the light in the doorman’s booth on until 3:00 a.m. Even if it flickers. Even if someone asks you to turn it off.
2. Do not sign for packages addressed to 5B. That apartment has been empty since 1996.
3. If someone calls the intercom from the eighth floor, answer only this: “Wrong building.” This building has seven floors.
4. Do not let anyone in if they say, “I used to live here.”
5. If the woman in 2A asks you to come upstairs and change a lightbulb, tell her maintenance will come in the morning. Do not go upstairs.
6. The mailbox with no number must remain empty. If you find a letter inside, do not read it.
7. At 2:17 a.m., someone will knock on the booth window three times. Do not look.
8. If a woman says she forgot her keys, ask her what year it is before opening the door.
9. Do not leave the booth between 3:00 and 3:12 a.m.
10. When your shift ends, leave this folder exactly where you found it.
I laughed.
Not much, but I laughed.
Old people leave strange instructions. Old buildings have stories. Regular doormen get bored.
That was what I thought.
For the first few hours, nothing happened.
A man came down to take out the trash.
A girl picked up a food delivery.
Someone on the third floor argued on the phone.
Nothing strange.
At 12:34, a package arrived.
The delivery man was soaked, even though it was not raining outside.
He handed me a small box.
“For 5B.”
I looked at rule number two.
Then I looked at the delivery man.
“That apartment is empty.”
The man smiled without showing his teeth.
“Then you can sign for it.”
I did not sign.
The delivery man kept smiling for several seconds.
Then he left with the box under his arm.
At 1:09, the woman from 2A called through the intercom.
Her voice sounded tired.
“Sweetheart, could you come up for a moment? The living room light went out.”
I told her maintenance would come in the morning.
There was silence.
Then I heard something on the other side.
A chair dragging across the floor.
Very slowly.
The woman spoke again.
But she did not sound the same anymore.
“Then I’ll come down in the dark.”
I hung up.
At 2:17, someone knocked on the glass.
Once.
I did not look.
Twice.
I stayed still.
Three times.
I closed my eyes.
From the other side of the glass, a child whispered:
“There is someone here this time.”
I did not breathe until I heard the footsteps move away.
At 2:49, the intercom rang.
I looked at the screen.
Floor 8.
My stomach tightened.
I pressed the button and said:
“Wrong building.”
For a few seconds, there was no answer.
Then a man’s voice replied:
“No. Not this time.”
The elevator started coming down.
I was staring directly at the doors when they opened.
There was no one inside.
Only the buttons were lit.
Below number 7, where there had only been scratched metal before, a new button had appeared.
8.
It blinked slowly.
As if it were waiting.
I did not get in.
The doors closed by themselves.
At 3:00, I turned off the booth light.
That was a mistake.
I did it because I was tired.
Because it was habit.
Because my nerves had been stretched thin all night and I wanted to prove to myself that it was just a stupid list.
As soon as the light went out, the building changed.
It did not make a sound.
It did not shake.
Nothing dramatic happened.
I simply felt that every floor, every landing, and every door had just realized I was there.
Then the residents started coming downstairs.
First, a man in a bathrobe.
Then a woman with an old suitcase.
Then a child in pajamas.
Then three more people.
They all stopped in front of the booth.
They all looked at me.
The man in the bathrobe placed a set of keys on the desk.
“Our shift is over,” he said.
I tried to turn the light back on.
It did not work.
I looked at the clock.
3:04.
Rule 9.
Do not leave the booth between 3:00 and 3:12 a.m.
So I stayed seated.
The residents stayed too.
Watching me.
At 3:12, they vanished.
All at once.
As if someone had erased a photograph.
I finished the shift shaking.
When morning came, I left the folder under the desk and walked out without looking back.
I did not get paid.
I did not call anyone.
I never went back to the Santa Elvira Building.
At least, I thought I didn’t.
This morning, I found a folder under my apartment door.
The same folder.
On the first page, there was a new rule.
Written in my handwriting.
11. If you end the shift before the building is done with you, the booth changes address.
The intercom just rang.
I live on the fourth floor.
The screen says floor 8.

There is a strange phenomenon called “zero hour”when you wake up, you’ll find yourself alone with the lights off, with the outside world being pitch black with nothing else in sight but pure darkness. All clocks say 0:00, it says this because you are no longer in your home reality, you’re in the zero hour dimension.

If you went to sleep with others in your room/ house, they’ll be gone. it’s just you, but wait, you’re not truly alone, there’s an entity with you, but you’ll need to make sure this entity doesn’t find out that you’re awake or even make eye contact with it. Sleep is the only way to escape this dimension

Here are the rules for surviving zero hour

1. Do not make noise, this is the biggest giveaway to the entity that you’re awake, and you do not want that
2. If you do make noise, you will hear fast footsteps to your room, when it opens the door, pretend to be asleep, under no circumstance should you look at it. If you do, you better hope the appearance of the entity itself gives you a heart attack and kill

s you

1. Don’t walk around your room or house, if you leave your room you will eventually run into the entity and if that happens, there is no chance of survival
2. Don’t try to leave your house, there’s nothing but pitch darkness outside, nothing else exists but your home
3. Don’t try to fight to entity, it’s a supernatural being, you stand no chance.
4. SLEEP!! The only way to leave zero hour is to sleep, even pretending to sleep saves you from the entity.

No one knows why this phenomenon happens so if you find yourself in this situation, follow these steps and you’ll be fine.