A middle aged looking man was swapping the 19th floor of an office building in Portland. his face weary looking as if he hasn't had break for a very, very long time. His eyes are burnt brown color but his nose underplays them with its size. his skin is pale white but not too pale to make him look sick. His white hair contrast his age making him seem of an older period. He is wearing a marine blue jump suit. habitually he swapped the floors of the office thinking about how careless people seem to be when in an office kitchen. But then he thinks of not having enough to do and puts to rest the thought. Because the faster he can finish his job the faster he can go to bed.

After finished with the sweeping he scrubbed the tables down and check for any forgotten pieces of food or trash then went on to the next floor luckily most of that floor was carpet. about two hours later he was finished from floor 1 to 35. All he needed to do now was check the parking lot for cars which was always the easiest part. he got into the elevator the only place were the lights were still on. One of the only things the man still enjoyed was the dark. his eyes squinted up the name tag attached to his jump suit was visible here. In print was the name "Will."

He got of on the 4th floor which was the top floor of the parking lot. When he stepped out the usual dankness of the place flooded his senses. But at least it was dark. He fast walked down the lot keeping his eyes peeled for cars (even though there never were any). When He got to the last floor his composer was better thinking of going home and sleeping.

But his hopes sank when he saw the car. He couldn’t tell exactly tell what type of car it was because it was under a cover. Though from his knowledge it looked like a Ford Tudor which was strange to him seeing how old they are. When he walked up closer a overwhelming odor came over him and he stepped back a few paces. By now he was very confused as to why this was here and what the smell was. He willed himself to pull the cover off some. His prediction was correct. It was a Ford Tudor. It was a black version with all the lights bashed out for no apparent reason and also the side windows were cracked some shards had even fallen to the floor making it easy to get into the car.

Inside he saw the blackened outline of what looked to be a body. Before he could check if this was indeed the case he put the cover back on a left. He thought What would his boss think of this. As he walked the streets to his apartment he dreaded the next day when he would have to tell his boss about it. What if it had been there for days and nobody had noticed? He slept uneasily that night. When he got up in the morning the first image that came to his mind was of the darkened body and the grotesque smell. That morning he had nothing for breakfast. Partly because his body was not agreeing with him but he was able to will himself to work.

He walked into the building and went straight to the TV room. The TV room was what he called the room with all of the monitors connected to the security cameras. That was also the room were is his boss operated. His name was thomas. He was very short for his age and quite on the chubby side. He was wearing black T-Shirt with blue jeans. And he somehow got his face to have a constant frown on it. Will took a deep breath and stepped into the office.

“Um... Sir.”

“Yes?”

“last night while I was checking for cars in the parking lot I for once actually did find a car.”

“Oh... Really show it to me.”

Will motioned for Thomas to come with him. He felt kinda unsure because he usually never interacted with significant others. Especially his boss. When they got out of the elevator on the first floor Will began to describe the car to Thomas.

“The car was very strange because it old and had a cover on it...”

“Oh really, why type of car did you think it was?”

“it was a... uh-"

But he was cut off when he noticed that the car was gone no where to be seen. He was dumfound by the fact that there was know car in its place usually be now the first floor would be completely taken but this one area was not. It was as if it had some type of repulsion power.

“So, uh, where is it.”

“Oh uh um, it... It doesn’t seem to be here.”

“Sell thats very strange. But no matter your a good worker, I’ll just get back to my work see you later will.”

“See you later, Tom... Uh yeah...”

His mind was buzzing questions and none of them could be answered. And he just decided to forget it. He went on with his day and did everything he had to do though he was a bit scared when it was time to check the lot and of course it still was not there. And he went home still feeling a bit disturbed from the whole event. He slept soundly though. But it came back to haunt him the next day. He went to get the mail which was strange of him to get in the first place. Considering he hasn’t gotten in almost 10 years(other than taxes). But strangely enough he did have mail. He couldn’t write back because there was know return address. He opened it up when he got back to his kitchen he sat down to read it.

“Do not speak of it to anyone.”

He didn’t have to think to know what this was referring to and that's exactly what he did. He never spoke about it to anyone. But the seen was always buried in his mind of the rotting corpse which he was sure that it was now. And after that he never went up to his boss to say he saw a suspicious car with a cover on it in the lot because he knew just what would happen.

Written by

The Taxidermist