Jose, the new janitor, had asked about the pile of wet clothes in the corner. The building supervisor said he had asked the previous janitor, Mike, to take care of them. But, as the previous janitor had just stopped coming in to work, he didn’t know why they weren’t gone yet. “Now it’s your job,” he said, as he headed out of the laundry room.
Jose wanted to make a good impression so he decided to start with the pile of wet clothes. He got the trash barrel, put in a new garbage bag, and pulled it over into the corner. He pulled on a pair of work gloves and bent over to grab a particularly moist looking towel at the top of the pile with his right hand.
It seemed oddly heavy, so he reached down with his left hand and gave a serious pull. The towel didn’t budge. Jose tried to stand to look for something to pry with but his hands were stuck fast. He tried to slip out of the gloves but the towel was somehow up to his wrists and he couldn’t pull free.
Then his fingers began to burn. He started to yell in pain, but a pair of jeans wrapped around his mouth and neck, cutting off the sound. He felt his head being pulled toward the pile. He fought for breath through his nose as he put his boot onto the pile to pull away.
Not only was he not able to pull away, but his boot was now stuck fast. His arms were engulfed up to the elbows and burning like crazy, and his mouth and neck were beginning to burn as well. But nothing Jose tried had any effect.
Two hours later the building supervisor came back into the laundry room looking for Jose. He saw the trash barrel over by the pile of clothes, but no evidence that anyone had touched the pile. “Hmph!” he muttered to himself. “Just like Mike. Started, but didn’t finish. I’ll have to have a chat with Jose when I find him.”
That sounds suspiciously like a Darkshearean effort. I liked it!!
It has the perfect ring for a Monday morning. :o]
Sounds like a Dungeons and dragons monster.
Only existing in modern times.
Wonder how that would work?