Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26008088-20170328033459

Right, I've gotten a bunch of new ideas for creepypastas after being immersed for a year or so, so let's do this.

The Story
I've never flowed with the crowd. I've always been a rebellious-type person so I always tried to stand out; sometimes I got in trouble for being such a defiant person. But it always worked out in the end.

I remember a special day. I was just about to graduate college. It was a bit rough because of aforementioned reasons, and because I had trouble looking for a major that stood out. I picked computer science, because it always was one I liked. I got my diploma, and I was about to visit my parents. I went to their house, told them how much I loved them, and thanked them for helping every step of the way. I then turned around, and drove away.

A year later, I found myself looking for a job. A trouble it was, because people didn't like my rebellious streak. I walked to the inside of the building.

"Sir," the woman at the front desk responded,"how can I help you?"

"Can I see your boss? I'm here for an interview," I said.

She led me to an elevator, and told me,"6th floor, down the hall and to the left,"

I walked into the elevator, and there was a person already in there.

He told me,"You might find yourself in a tight place today,"

"Thanks for the warning," I replied.

The elevator creaked and stopped at the 6th floor.

"Good luck with the interview," the man said,"You just might need it,"

I thanked him and walked out the door. How did he know about the interview when I hadn't said anything?

I walked down the hall, and to the left as the woman directed me to and knocked three times at the door. It swung open and a voice uttered, "Come, sit!" A slender, well dressed man was inside, ushering me to sit.

"Hello, sir." I told him.

"Well, a promising young fellow are you! Please, help yourself to some coffee. It might help,"

"Thanks,"

I helped myself and he started asking questions.

"Is this your first job interview?"

"No, sir."

"Why do you think you got rejected?"

"People say me as very rebellious and a possible threat in the work environment,"

"Interesting, but a rebellious person could be useful. You're hired!"

"Really?"

"You'll start on Monday!"

I thanked him for letting me have the job, and strutted out of the room. Incredibly happy, I danced in the hallway. Then, gracefully walking to the elevator, I saw something move. It was the man that I rode the elevator with earlier. He walked into the elevator with me.

"Did you get hired?" the man asked.

"Yup,"

His face wrinkled and his voice turned hoarse, as he said the following:

"Welcome to Society, where very minute is a living hell." 