"Hmm, the ice-machine is making a lot more noise than normal today" thought Amy as she opened the back room door. She put down the empty ice bucket and switched on the light. It flickered on and then off and then finally sputtered into life. As the door closed shut behind her the sound of the club and drunken shouting died to a distant drone. She breathed a quick sigh of relief, relishing the fresh air without the stale smell of sweat and alcohol. The room was more or less empty except for the ice machine to the left of the door and lots of pipes and pumps connecting the barrels to the bar out front. Boxes of bottles and cans littered the floor in organised chaos. Waiting to be taken out and consumed by an eager drinking horde. A blue tarpaulin hung from the ceiling, separating the room into two halves, and behind this was where all the barrels were kept. The door to the back of the club through which the barrels were brought down was letting in a cold draught, however she swore it was a lot colder than it normally was in the room.
Amy walked over to the ice machine in the corner and pushed open the hatch to get to the ice, picking up the plastic scoop. The real plastic scoop had gone missing a couple of weeks ago and it hadn't been replaced yet, so instead they were using one made out of an old 6 pint milk bottle. Not as sturdy as a real scoop but it did the trick. She re-read the 'do not leave scoop in the machine it will get covered!' sign once again, as she always does.
More bangs and gurgles from behind the blue curtain made her jump. She giggled at how pathetic she was being.
"I've been watching far too many horror stories" she scolded herself.
She reached into the machine and started filling up the bucket with ice. There was another bang, this time followed by a hiss and the sound of something being dragged across the floor.
Amy turned around nervously, then started filling up the bucket quicker.
"It is really busy in the club, I better go back." She thought to herself.
She pulled the ice machine hatch closed just as the lights in the room went out.
"Hey! What's going on?" she shouted, her voice shaking slightly. "James? Is that you? Very funny, now stop it! You're starting to freak me out".
She started feeling her way to the door, to turn the lights back on. She tripped over one of the boxes of bottles, banging her knee and came up cursing.
"If this is one of your stupid jokes I am going to bloody kill you!" She made it to the door and felt along the wall to find the switch amongst the pipes leading along the wall. She found the switch but it was horribly wet and sticky for some reason.
"Urgh!" She said, turning it on. The light flickered again and turned on. She looked at her hand and saw that it, and the light switch, were covered in yellow slime.
"Oh my god what the hell!?" She said, quickly wiping her hand on her jeans. She felt something warm drip onto her neck, she flinched, and wiped it away instinctively to find that it was covered in more yellow slime. Warm this time.
Another drip onto her face.
She looked up.
And tried to scream.
It was too late.
The door clicked shut again and a small puddle of water slowly formed under the door from the dropped ice.
Amy's colleagues assumed she had simply quit work without saying anything.
It had happened before...
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