My mother decided to make some extra money and agreed to the offer to do general cleaning in a well-known cafe in our city. The job was to clean the kitchen and floors of the place overnight. A decent wage was offered. We had to come to the cafe to close, stay overnight, do the job, get paid in the morning and go quietly about our business.
By 23.00 mom came to the cafe, the administrator explained everything. She gave cleaning products, rags and mops. And a little nervously said that you can go everywhere but one room. There was an empty basement, a long corridor with one light bulb. The receptionist opened the door, pointed, and immediately closed it. "Please just don't go in here, you don't have to!" It was unclear what the room was for, but my mother did not ask any questions. She went straight to work. It should be noted that the kitchen in the cafe was on the basement floor where the accountants and administrative staff sat. When time began to approach 00.00, Mom noticed that the staff was trying to leave work in a hurry, all literally pushing one another broke into place upstairs, to go.
Mom went upstairs with everyone, clarified a few questions, the receptionist closed the door and said good night, saying that Mom could call anytime, if anything. "What, if anything? You have alarms all over the place! Go ahead, don't worry!". But began to worry herself and called me. "Masha, you can come to the cafe right now, something is wrong here!". I knew my mom was working there today. The cafe was one block from my house. I got ready quickly and called my mom one more time on the way. On the phone I heard her trembling voice, "Can you hurry up, there's some p.... here!"
I got really scared, I thought she was getting sick, and I ran. Five minutes later I was there. I ran up to the door of the cafe, it was all glass. I saw my mother standing inside, with her bags and things next to her, and she was all pale. I try to ask what happened, but the glass of the door is thick, I can't hear anything. I dial the number. And my mother says in a frantic voice: "I will not stay here a minute! Not for any money! The administrator is coming right now. I called her. They all left, I sat down at the table downstairs, started to change my shoes. I leaned over. Ahead of me is the door to an empty room that the receptionist had closed. And then I see that the handle begins to turn! Masha, you see, I look, and the round handle turns by itself!" I said, "Mom, well, maybe it seemed? Or maybe someone stayed there, and it's such a stupid joke, and they all filmed and laughed then? She even got mad: "I'm still in my right mind! I'm telling you - the knob was spinning! There's my cigarettes left down there, but I'm not going down there!" And so imagine it, people. I'm standing outside the glass doors of the cafe on the street at night, I see my mother locked inside, talking to her on the phone, trying to turn things into a joke.
And then we both hear the downstairs dish dryer come on, which had been turned off! Mom screamed in foul language, "Fuck! Where is that receptionist! My heart's about to give out!". I started joking, "Why don't you go down and get some cigarettes?" Mom said: "Go away!" And that's when I saw some kind of smoke-like lump rising from the lower floor, behind my mom's back. My first thought was something burning... But then I realized it was something else... A shape-shifting, dense, dark-colored blob. My throat went dry, and I was numb. I told my mother something about cigarettes again, and about things. I watched the mass move. It lasted about a minute, and I could clearly see something crawling from the basement upstairs to the door, where Mom was standing.
And then a cab pulled up with the receptionist. She jumped up to the door. She opened it and let my mother out. I asked what the hell was going on here? The receptionist didn't say anything. A guy came out of the car, who turned out to be the chef, and said: "Didn't they tell you? Well, yeah, there's something going on here. We call her Lenochka, she bullies from time to time. My mom said one thing: "You guys are really something... You have to warn me! I would never agree to this!", "Well, no one does, a lot of people know about it, and you have to do the general cleaning!" - The receptionist replied. It's nothing personal. It's just business. We packed our bags and went home.
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