Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 214
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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 214
[Well then… Good morning again. Special Department Registration Number 130666 Employee. Are you all ready for work?]
[Oh my, the Support Staff are running late with preparations~ Security Team 3 Leader, have you been doing nothing but cleaning and security guard work so long that you’ve completely forgotten how to go outside? Your hands have turned into paws, haha!]
[….]
[…Hey, are you even listening?]
[Well anyway, it seems the Support Staff are finally ready to properly transport the Special Department Employee. Let me introduce you to today’s workplace right away.]
[That Badger friend probably knows about this, since Security Team was apparently contacted about this matter too.]
[We received a suspicious request from Sales Team employees.]
[As you know, our company is a pharmaceutical company that makes rather special medicines. So accordingly, we also have ‘special clients’… Well, you could say they’re useful people from the upper echelons of society.]
[Our Baekillmong Corporation sales employees sometimes visit such people directly for door-to-door sales. When the payment is large, we occasionally do regular deliveries too.]
[But the Sales Team Delivery Staff who went to make a regular delivery of these potions just sent an official rescue request to Baekillmong Corporation… saying they’re experiencing strange phenomena.]
[And this has quite an interesting, no, a rich scent of darkness to it, doesn’t it?]
[Because this Sales Team person isn’t asking to be rescued from there, but keeps asking us to tell them the answer!]
[According to them, they’re trapped in a room being chased by something, but they don’t know the correct answer. They’re rambling about not knowing who to trust or what to choose.]
[And they’re saying things like they’ve felt strange feelings occasionally whenever they came for regular deliveries to this house before, or felt creeped out. Specifically…]
[On rainy days. Like today.]
Rain is pattering down outside the window.
Crash.
Thunder rumbles like tinnitus and passes by.
With nerves on edge, the two suited Office Workers had entered this house on the outskirts of Seoul and been guided to the sofa.
“Please wait just a moment.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
‘Phew.’
Lee Jin-young, Team Leader of Baekillmong Corporation’s sales team, nicknamed ‘Delivery Staff’, sighed and adjusted his tie.
The Middle-aged Woman who had let them into this house and went upstairs saying she would ‘announce their visit’ was already just a retreating figure.
She probably wasn’t the client’s family.
‘Must be someone who does housework for this house.’
People important enough for the company to develop and supply very special custom medicines probably wouldn’t do their own cleaning and dishwashing.
‘Still, it’s interesting that they buy the medicine directly.’
He glanced at the box his Superior was holding.
They had come here to introduce and sell ‘special’ potions.
Only after joining the company did he learn that Baekillmong Corporation developed and sold not just hair loss medicine but more specialized drugs.
And that the raw materials for those were something… not mainstream and special.
‘It’s not like components extracted from human bodies… right.’
It had an illegal smell that made him uncomfortable, but well, what major corporation in modern society doesn’t walk the tightrope of legal loopholes? He just needed to work without getting deeply involved and collect his salary.
…Though it felt a bit unsettling.
‘That’s how all sales jobs are…’
And this was his first time coming to this house for regular delivery.
His Superior had brought him along to replace someone who had taken vacation.
“Deputy Manager, are you alright?”
“Mm. Not really.”
The Office Worker with a poor complexion, apparently having digestive issues, answered gloomily.
‘They said this wasn’t a difficult client.’
…Was it because of the rain?
The Team Leader recalled the conversation they’d had before coming here.
About today’s regular delivery client.
-Well, they’re just clients you can handle with some effort in sales… but that house feels bad on rainy days.
-Feels bad?
-Yeah. You know that feeling of bad energy in a place? Like what you feel when you go to a tunnel where an accident happened, you know?
-Hmm…
-Just in case, I’m even bringing a talisman.
To that extent?
‘Maybe he’s just not feeling well himself.’
On humid and darkly overcast days like this, it’s natural to feel bad.
‘The house is nice though.’
The Team Leader inwardly shrugged and looked around the expensive townhouse located in Seoul.
Luxurious and clean.
It was like a rich house where others did the cleaning. The Team Leader felt a slight sense of deprivation as he looked at the spotless floor.
Then suddenly, he saw something.
‘…Huh?’
There was something shabby under the sofa.
Unconsciously reaching out, he picked it up…
Thin and smooth texture.
‘…Sketchbook paper?’
Something a child might use. He unconsciously flipped the paper over…
I’m hungry
Writing that looked like a young child had scribbled crookedly appeared.
Around the letters were several clumsy human figures made of circles and sticks, drawn with various colored crayons.
Had they drawn other Family members?
“Hey, they’re coming.”
“Ah.”
The Team Leader placed the paper beside the sofa for now and greeted the clients who appeared from upstairs.
“Good day!”
“Yes. Nice to see you.”
They were a Married Couple who spoke with unexpectedly gentle tones.
“Are you here for delivery?”
“That’s right!”
His Superior changed his expression and skillfully attended to the clients.
“It’s the C-grade you always receive.”
A sealed box passed from his hands. The Married Couple Clients opened the box, checked the bottle containing light green liquid inside, and nodded with satisfaction.
‘What on earth is that.’
The Sales Employee who didn’t know much about Baekillmong potions just glanced at it.
Did it provide rejuvenation or something?
Anyway, the payment for that special potion wasn’t made on the spot, and rumor had it that what they paid wasn’t actually money.
‘They say they help with the company’s work…’
The Sales Employee guessed there might be some illegal possession cover-up or bidding corruption involved.
Of course, he didn’t breathe a word of it.
Anyway, the situation afterward proceeded as usual for regular deliveries.
Before leaving, he would humor them and create a warm atmosphere. That way, the business relationship would continue.
And the Sales Employee simply thought of the usual superficial small talk as he always did.
“Ah, your child seems to like drawing.”
“…Pardon?”
“You left this behind.”
The Sales Employee reached out and felt around the sofa, recalling the drawing he saw earlier. So it should definitely be here…
“That cute crayon drawing that said ‘hungry.’ It was…”
…Huh?
He blinked his eyes.
He only felt the bare leather texture of the sofa.
Even when he quickly turned his head around, nothing that could be called a drawing was visible.
Strange, it was definitely on the sofa…
“What paper?”
“Ah.”
When he turned his head to explain, he saw the Married Couple looking at him with puzzled expressions.
“Our Eldest Child already moved out. They’re a University Student.”
“I… see.”
Their reaction was like ‘what kind of random nonsense is this when there’s no child in the house?’
Damn!
The Married Couple, who had been looking at him somewhat suspiciously, soon got up saying they would ‘go store the medicine,’ and as soon as they left, his Superior glared at his subordinate with an incredulous expression.
“Are you crazy?”
“I’m sorry.”
But he felt wronged.
How did this happen?
“No, but it was definitely there. Deputy Manager, you saw it too, right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, that drawing that looked like it was torn from a Sketchbook. Something a kid had scribbled on…”
Something like that.
“Ah!”
The Sales Employee unconsciously got up from his seat and went closer to what he discovered.
He could see Paper half-hidden under the carpet beneath the Kitchen Table.
“Hey! What are you doing right now?”
“You can see this, right? It was something like this.”
He flipped the Paper over. Probably on the back of this too, there would be a child’s drawing or writing…
It hurts
I’m hungry
It hurts
I want to get out
Crooked letters filling the Paper.
And crude Family drawings filling the space around those letters.
Those Adults were holding black Sticks and nooses in their hands, and where their faces should be, there were drawn bizarre red and black facial features.
As if glaring outside the Paper.
“…”
A chill ran up his spine.
This wasn’t normal.
This kind of thing was usually what abused Children drew in psychological counseling sessions…
“Um, Deputy Manager. We should check this…”
“Hey.”
His Superior tapped his back.
“What was the first saying they taught us during training?”
“…”
“Remember?”
“…Curiosity killed the Cat.”
-Do not try to learn about Clients or the performance of the products you sell.
Ignorance.
It was education that went exactly against the expertise usually required of sales positions.
That’s probably why they emphasized and taught it first.
“Right, that’s it. You still don’t even know what medicine we deliver, do you?”
“…”
“It’s better not to know as much as possible.”
The same goes for Clients.
It’s better not to know.
“…”
I want to get out
The Sales Employee looked down at the drawing and text once, then finally sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
His Superior patted his back. The Sales Employee bent down to fold the Paper and put it back on the Floor.
“Right. Now let’s carefully get out…”
Get out
Click.
“…!”
Suddenly all the lights in the House went out.
In the pitch-black Darkness, the two sales employees panicked and grabbed each other.
It was dark.
“Is it a power outage?”
“Yes, it seems like it…”
It was strangely quiet.
Usually when a house suddenly goes dark, people make noise or talk to check the situation, don’t they?
But in the silent Darkness, only the sound of rain falling Outside the Window filled the stillness.
Pitter-patter-patter-patter…
“…Excuse me!”
No answer was heard.
The dark House seemed to be holding its breath, with only faint outlines visible…
Eeriness.
“…”
“…Let’s go Outside first and look around. Let’s check if other places have power outages too.”
The two headed toward the front door.
It was dim due to the rain, but not to the point where they couldn’t see at all, so getting to the front door wasn’t difficult.
But somehow… it felt uncomfortable.
‘…The smell of rain.’
There was a smell of damp earth.
It wasn’t the kind of smell you’d expect from a well-maintained house. The Team Leader felt uneasy and took shallow breaths as he stepped forward.
Up ahead, his Superior seemed to be grabbing and handling something in his pocket.
Was that the talisman?
“This lock is… wait a moment.”
And he seemed to be struggling with the lock at the front door. It was because the place was unfamiliar and dark.
“Should I try?”
“Sure. But…”
“Why do you keep holding that paper?”
He turned his head.
He could see the paper in his left hand.
Water was dripping from the paper, drop by drop…
‘Ah.’
The smell of rain was coming from here…
Beep.
Crack.
“…”
A sound.
The Team Leader stiffly turned his frozen head back forward.
His Superior, who had been holding the lock at the front door, was looking back at him.
No.
Only his neck had turned around.
Thud.
The body, killed by the neck being twisted in the opposite direction, fell like a toy.
“…”
His body froze from shock.
A corpse.
Bodily fluids began flowing from every opening in his dead Superior’s turned face.
Tears, snot, and saliva flowed onto the corridor.
Like rainwater.
“Hic, hiiik, hic…”
Roll roll roll…
A small round device rolled and fell from the dead man’s hand, touching the Employee’s hand.
The Employee reflexively grabbed it while thinking.
Tinnitus rang in his empty head.
What is this?
What… what kind of situation is this?
At that moment.
“Oh my, sorry! There was a sudden power outage, you must have been startled.”
“Are you alright?”
The flustered voices of the Married Couple could be heard.
The sound was slightly muffled, as if they were calling from the upper floors, but the important thing was that it was human voices.
“Ah…!”
Reality suddenly returned.
Relief and fear, shock, a sense of not knowing what to do.
Unable to take his eyes off his dead Superior, he barely managed to move his mouth.
“No! No…”
“Where are you? You’re alright, aren’t you?”
“Since this is a residential house, we occasionally get power outages like this… Oh my. What a surprise.”
The Sales Employee barely caught his breath and got up. Then he raised his hand to throw away the paper he was holding…
Liar
The changed text on the paper.
And…
Something that crossed his mind.
“Where are you??”
…
“Excuse me.”
His mouth opened.
His voice trembled.
“You definitely said so, didn’t you. ‘The Older Child has already moved out.'”
“Yes? That’s right. Why is that…?”
But.
“…The expression ‘Older Child’ is used when there’s a ‘Younger Child,’ isn’t it?”
…
“Then where is the ‘Younger Child’?”
Deathly silence.
“Hello?”
“Too late.”
“It’s too late.”
The Sales Employee began running like crazy.
In the opposite direction from the stairs to the upper floors.
“Too late.”
“It’s too late.”
The back of his neck felt numb with goosebumps.
His survival instinct screamed.
Something was wrong.
He had to hide.
But where?
With trembling hands, he unfolded the paper again. Thud. Wet earth and dust fell to the floor.
But before he could be horrified by that, the contents were revealed.
The text had changed again.
“….”
Bathroom Bathtub
‘Bathroom?’
Looking up, I see a door with a sign that reads ‘Bathroom’.
The sales employee hesitated for a split second, then finally opened the door next to the bathroom, went inside, and locked it.
“Hic.”
The silhouette in the dim pantry was terrifyingly revealed, but for now, I catch my breath.
And I held my breath.
…Because I could hear sounds coming down from the upper floors.
Thud, thud.
“You’re late.”
Getting closer.
Getting closer and closer, the footsteps growing louder and louder…
“You’re late.”
It stopped in front of the door.
The employee held back tears and breath again, but eventually heard the sound of the door knob being grabbed…
Click.
“….”
“….”
The next moment.
The employee realized.
The door wasn’t opened.
It was locked from the outside too.
“You’re late.”
“You’re late…”
What is this?
What kind of judgment am I making right now?
What is this?
“Ah…”
“Please rest for a bit.”
“There’s no way right now.”
What should I have believed?
The sales employee, in confusion, trembled as they tried to unfold the paper again, then realized what they were holding in their other hand.
‘Superior’s talisman.’
With trembling hands, I properly examine it for the first time…
‘…A beeper?’
It was a pager.
A shabby little electronic device that had a brief popularity decades ago, called a ‘beeper’.
On it, ‘505’ was already entered, as if the superior had input it beforehand.
That was…
‘…SOS!’
My desperate brain produces an interpretation.
‘Where does this connect to?’
Maybe the expression ‘talisman’ wasn’t referring to an actual talisman… but something I could use to request help?
With the feeling of grasping at a lifeline, the sales employee frantically reached out and pressed it. Repeatedly hitting what looked like the send button.
“Please, please…”
And then.
[Processing request.]
“…!”
A businesslike voice emerges.
In the form of a small whisper echoing in my ear.
[Would you like to summon the Security Team? Additional charges will apply.]
“Yes, yes!!”
I didn’t know what it was, but I needed help. Help!! Please!
“Who, who should I trust, no, where should I go, please, please tell me. I don’t know what the answer is.”
[Processing request.]
The employee rambles incoherently, talking about everything that happened so far. The suspicious house, the rainy day, the painting, the lies.
The child!
“The young child who drew this…”
“Is there a child who needs childcare?”
“Aaaahhh!”
The sales employee fell backward.
The beeper that made the strange voice falls to the floor.
And from the black shadow that formed where it fell, a similarly black shadowy figure began to rise.
[Request completed]
[Security Team assigned]
Employees dressed in Daydream Corporation’s Security Team uniforms.
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