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I Manage a Storage Facility in Nevada — Unit #77 Must not Be Open

I Manage a Storage Facility in Nevada — Unit #77 Must Never Be Opened They told me never to log anything about Unit #77. Not its size. Not its contents. Not even its temperature readings. But last Tuesday, the alarms went off — inside only that unit. No motion sensor, no break-in. Just a low-frequency hum that made the entire corridor vibrate like a heartbeat through the walls. I was the only night manager on duty, and protocol said: wait for the regional supervisor. But the supervisor’s badge was already blinking green on the sign-in monitor — meaning someone had entered before me. The problem is… the system showed he signed in at 2:17 AM, and died in a car accident at 1:42. That’s when I remembered the oldest rule of this place, printed in faded ink on the office corkboard: “If Unit #77 opens by itself, you’re already too late.” I’d worked that night shift for seven years. The rules were mostly common sense—no unscheduled access, no flashlights near humidity-sensitive units, and always wear your badge in the red zones. But there were special instructions for Unit #77. It wasn’t even on the digital map. You had to turn two corners past where the building plans ended. The hallway lights dimmed automatically there, like the sensors knew that corridor didn’t exist. When I first took the job, the old manager, Clyde, laughed and said, “If you ever hear breathing behind that door, don’t run. Running makes it follow you.” I thought it was a joke until that night. Because as I walked toward #77, every other fluorescent light flickered out, one by one—like a countdown. My handheld radio hissed with static, then switched channels by itself. Channel 4 was restricted. Only supervisors had access. Then, a voice came through—calm, clear, and close enough to sound like it was standing right behind me. “Return to the office, Jim. That’s an order.” Except no one at the facility had called me Jim since Clyde died. #warstories #stories #storytime