thor juice: a christmas haunting
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Many are the tales of supernatural activity along the south coast of England and these do not go without merit (with the
exception of the one about me written in the public toilets). Battle after battle with our now European allies were waged on
these shores and it is said that the white chalk cliffs would weep blood tears from the fallen men and women of these
treacherous times. It is not just on land that lives have been lost as many a ship has met its peril against this coast line. I am
sure we would shudder if we knew what volume of sea men has been cast into sea. Who knows how many lost souls wander
the Sussex downs and the cold dark places of Eastbourne in the depths of night when the fog rolls in from the sea and the
wind howls through the masts on the docked sail boats. And even more so when the clubs kick out a 2am.
A casual glance from the outside at the headquarters of Thor Juice Ltd would give the average person no cause for concern.
The blood sprayed up the side of the wall and the broken bottles strewn about the place are neither here or there, and are in
keeping with the general aesthetic of the area. It would appear to be just like any one of the numerous business units in this
industrial estate. Little would the unsuspecting observer know that inside this particular unit something foul lurks. No, not the
out of date macaroni cheese in the fridge but something that is tormenting the poor staff who work there; strange things have
been occurring within these four walls for which no rational explanation can be given. I beg you, if you are faint of heart then
read no further as the following accounts will trouble your thoughts and haunt your dreams.
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It is an experience most of the staff at
Thor Juice have had. Wandering through
the lower floor of the warehouse people
have sensed a foul smell in the
atmosphere emanating from the front
door next to the toilet. Could this be the
the the apparition of a drowned victim,
plunged into the cold icy waters and
dragged to the bottom of the sea?
People who have used the toilet have
reported not being able to get back out.
An evil and menacing cackle has been
heard just outside the toilet door on such
occasions. It’s almost as if some cruel
soul has propped the door closed with a
broom handle. Ashley the brave lab
manager is always first at the scene to
help the poor victim out. Maybe it is this
bravery that has deterred the evil spirit
from ever trapping him in there. We house a liberal working environment
at Thor Juice and the use of mobile
phones is tolerated by company directors
Thoren & Katy Webster. They are not
however tolerated by whatever spectral
entity has taken home in these premises.
Phones go missing, and then they
reappear full of strange photos.
Sometimes of a broom handle propped
up against the toilet door. Sometimes of
Ashley's face. Any rational mind must
surely deduce that this same spectre that
is taking these pictures is also responsible
for the horrors of the toilet. It does not end
there though as its victims often find cruel
remarks and vulgar posts left on their
social media. This troubles Ashley so much
so that he never leaves his phone
unattended . Most of us drive to work. We come from
far afield and we all take pride in our cars.
Maybe this has been sensed by our
ghostly presence; perhaps it yearns to
torment us in every conceivable way.
Many is the day that we have wandered
out into the car park after a hard days
work and driven off, sometimes with a
stop at the supermarket to pick up some
goods or to collect our children from
school before finally arriving home only to
then realise that we have had (crudely
written with black marker pen on plain
paper) “I suck cocks for free” stuck to the
front and back of our cars. This would
probably happen more frequently if it was
not for Ashley creeping out into the car
park every once in a while, presumably to
try and scare the spectre away. We need
not ask why he prefers to cycle to work in
light of such harrowing occurrences.
What is that terrifying sound that can be heard from upstairs directly above the lab? Is this why Ashley has the radio up so
loud playing his favourite tunes, to drown out the menacing howls? What unearthly being is hiding peoples mods at
lunchtime? Where does the odious matter not unlike ectoplasm that cakes the inside of the microwave after Ashley has eaten
lunch come from? Will these mysteries ever be revealed to us? Will we ever get respite from these hauntings? Can Ashley
maintain such bravery for his troubled workmates? The smile on his face would suggest he can.
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