I work the night shift at the cemetery.

I'm 29 years old without a college or high school education.

I dropped out of high school in order to start a bitcoin mining business.

i didn't realize that you need money to start getting money.

There are no redeeming qualities about me.

Sometimes I wish that I had special powers like characters in anime but I came to terms with the fact I'm not the main character.

Right now I'm walking to the cemetery.

The only lucky thing in my life is the fact that my house is close to my job.

I got to the cemetery.

The grass is always wet here for some reason.

At age 18, I left the house to create my own business.

None of my family objected.

My relationship was strained with them ever since they walked in on me with peanut butter on myself for the dog to enjoy.

I got a job at the cemetery on a whim to support my future business but I never really started any progress.

11 years went by.

I'm sitting in the security room right now.

except for christmas day, easter and thanksgiving, i have sat here every day for 11 years.

There is the dull hum of fluorescent light beams.

I tend to get bored being by myself for so long.

Its very lonely going more than a decade without forming any strong relationships with anyone.

I pass the time during work by watching anime, listening to music and taking walks mostly.

Since it is uncommon for intruders to come in, I can do all these things without really any consequences.

When I get really bored and are tired of the previous options, I often will just stare at the grave stones.

Part 2

I walk to work today like always.

I feel that I'm repeating the same events every day.

to my right, is an alleyway.

something in there catches my attention.

I wouldn't have paid close attention to it if it hadn’t been flapping its wings so violently.

I go to investigate.

It seems to be a pigeon.

I pick up the pigeon to see that there is now blood beading down my arm into my coat.

I have failed to observe the splatters of red within a 3 meter radius of this pigeon.

At this point it has stopped resisting within my grasp.

I look around to see what might have caused this.

There are 3-4 surrounding dead pigeons that look as though someone has deliberately placed them into a plastic shopping center bag.

Besides, this is way too much blood on the ground for just one pigeon.

And judging by the pile of rocks, this is someone's target practice range.

I suddenly feel watched.

Like I've been watched for the last 5 minutes I've been here.

I heard somewhere that the homeless in the area are resorting to eating pigeons in this area.

I promptly leave after stuffing the near death pigeon into my knapsack.

Part 3

Every Thursday, Abigale, my supervisor, comes in to check in on the condition of the cemetery.

It's routine for me at this point although I dislike these days because for about an hour or so I have to do actual work.

Filling out reports and such the exact same way every week is a drag.

I walk into the guard room and begin to take the pigeon out.

I hear the doorknob twist.

I immediately release the pigeon and face the door.

The pigeon at this point has stopped moving all together.

I wonder who could be at the door.

It couldn’t be Abigale, it's sunday.

the door creaks open.

I remember putting on my report to fix the creak but I guess the higher ups ignored that.

I saw Abigale and breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't want to have to yell at any trespassers.

Abigale is a blonde girl with glasses.

She is always wearing a white collar shirt with a tie and black skirt when she comes in.

I find myself staring at her exposed legs too frequently in conversation.

Her hair is always up and looks hastily put together with large strands of her dirty blonde hair leaking from her bun.

There are dark circles that surround her eyes, concentrating to the outer edges giving her an attractively tired look.

It's kind of like a natural eyeshadow that men would probably go crazy over but she seems to hate.

presumably she is around my age.

She has been working for the company that owns the cemetery and has been overseeing several cemeteries, including this one for about 3 years.

sadly, from the pieces of information i have compiled over the years, she married early to a high ranking guy at some law firm.

She only took this job because she wouldn't have to come into work often.

Oftentimes, she would talk about her college dreams of becoming a physician.

i don't understand why such a woman like her would give up on her dreams to marry some guy so early.

Today, Abigail's face is different to all the other days she comes in.

Why is she coming in on a sunday anyways?

After she comes in, another guy I have never met walks in.

He introduces himself to me as dave.

She begins to explain how I will be fired within a month's time.

My heart sank.

Now that I think about it, the only reason I even got this job was because the old cemetery owner felt so bad about my position at the time.

I am aware of how unqualified I am as a high school dropout.

Abigale explains how I am to train Dave for a month and after, they would promptly release me.

I was betrayed.

I look to Abigale, seeds of tears start to build.

She returns my look with her own gaze of disgust mixed with disappointment.

I didn't mention it but Abigale actually really doesn't like me.

She has actually taken me to hr countless times for sexual harassment.

This is most likely the reason I am being fired.

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For too long I have been admiring her legs and now she wants me gone.

the reality starts to set in.

I'm going to lose my job in a month.

The life that I built for 11 years is now crumbling.

I look over to the new hire.

I attempt to retract my tears as much as possible.

“Hi, my name is dave. I look forward to working with you” he says.

“Yeah”

it's all I can bring myself to answer him with.

“Anyways, this is just to introduce you two. Dave actually starts in a week.” Says abigale.

they both shuffle out of the room.

I see them walking away on the path leading back to the parking lot from the window.

I lean back in my chair making sure to put it on the lowest setting.

I stare at the ceiling.

Part 4

I start to hear dripping.

I thought it was the rain but just then, I remembered the pigeon that I took with me.

My knapsack at this point is starting to leak blood.

I open the knapsack and panic when I see that the pigeon blood has made its way into my limited edition naked anime figure that I religiously bring everywhere I go.

This is worse than being fired.

I rush to the sink to clean my figure.

I take the sponge and vigorously scrub the dried up pigeon blood that is coating my limited edition naked anime figure.

To my absolute horror, I dropped the sponge to see that I had scrubbed too hard.

Tears start to roll down my face when I see that the sponge scrubbing did worse for her than better.

The pigeon blood is gone, but also the paint!

“NOOOO!” I shrieked.

I collapsed onto the unwashed floor, figure in hand.

There is a chip next to me, presumably from a couple weeks ago.

I eat the potato chips.

I manage to get up and wipe the tears away.

The figure deserved better.

She needs to have a proper burial.

I put her back into the box which is also carried around.

The box is also covered in dried blood.

I'm just not good enough for her.

I take the pigeon out of the knapsack and set it ok my desk

A while back, I had bought a knife set with the intention that I would make my own food here but I have never actually gotten to it.

Potato chips and soda just taste better than anything I could ever make.

I set the pigeon on a cutting board.

I search for bird preparation videos on the computer I mostly use for porn.

From what I can tell, one is supposed to pluck the feathers and then remove the internal organs.

I prepare the bird the best I can; which is not that well.

I take out the cook set I also bought with the knives.

Today, I'll be enjoying bird dinner.

when going home, i decided to bury rias along with my knapsack and the pigeon bones.

Part 5

Every day is the same to me.

I wake up every day at around 8pm.

After brushing my teeth, getting dressed and eating, I usually will make use of the peephole for the girl who lives next door.

I found it inside my cabinet a few years back while looking for something.

It seems the hole leads to somewhere under her bed.

I have incorporated this into my morning routine for about 5 years.

She drops her underwear to the ground and I catch a glimpse before she picks it up.

Yes!

That means today will be a lucky day!

I get my head out of the cabinet and finish getting ready for work.

I use the peephole as a fortune teller mostly.

Sometimes I don't see her, but usually I will since I have memorized her schedule.

If i don't see her, it means bad luck.

If I see her, but nothing else, then neutral luck.

Panties or other rare events are usually good luck.

I can't stop doing this even if I wanted to.

This is the only thing that has kept me going for the last couple years.

There could be a different result every day, and that gives me excitement to live to the next day.

Opening the door, I'm almost blinded by the light of the setting sun.

I look to my left and I see my neighbor.

“Hi” she says with a hint of flirtatiousness towards the end of her pronunciation.

I think that she is just a generally flirtatious person towards everybody.

She seems to bring a different guy home every week from my research with the magic hole that's under my sink.

It seems like she only said hi because she accidentally made eye contact with me.

Usually people try to avoid my gaze so they don't have to talk with me and I'm fine with that.

“Oh, good evening Caitlin,” I said.

Even I think the way I said that was off putting.

The fact I haven't talked to anyone since Abigale is very apparent.

“How do you know my name?” She says with curiosity.

“Oh, i saw it in the housing provider tenant list in-“

“Umm.. ok” she cuts me off.

She seems put off by my research on her.

If only she knew about my other research methods.

“Well call me Cait then” she leans into me slightly and tilts her head.

Her brown hair is drooping down and suspended in mid air.

It's being blown around by a light breeze.

“Hellooo?”

She waves her hand in front of my face.

It seems that I've stared for too long.

“Just call me Cait. That's what everyone calls me, "Caitlin says flirtatiously.

Any semblance of attraction fades as I realize that I'm not special and I'm the same as any pebble or lump of dirt she would walk past.

It's just that she lives next to this pebble.

This is why I avoid nice girls.

Because they confuse me.

Everyone calls her that.

You're not special.

“Yeah.. Cait "I croak.

We both shuffle off in different directions.

Part 6

I arrived at my job.

I really have less than a week left before I have to start training this new guy.

I walk over on the always wet grass to give my prayers to the fallen anime figure.

I then walked back to the security room.

My social battery is drained after having to talk to caitlin.

About a few hours into watching anime and eating chips, I faintly see some figures go across the area from afar.

These are usually teenagers I need to kick out.

It isn't uncommon to have to deal with teenagers sneaking in.

My security room can't see the back of the cemetery.

I heave myself up.

My legs are sore from being in the same position for an extended period of time.

I walked over to see what the movement was.

It appears to go towards the back of the Cemetary near a tree.

I walk with my flashlight in the wet grass.

The more I think of it, the more this seems like a horror movie scene.

My shoe is getting wet.

I really don't like confronting trespassers.

Sometimes they even beat me up for trying to kick them out.

Ghosts can't be real?

Right?

“CLASH”

As I'm passing a gravestone, I knock over a vase of flowers, shattering it.

My heart almost stops.

Im filled with so much adrenaline at this point that i don't even care anymore and sprint to the tree.

The tree is on the top of a steep hill.

Noone buys grave plots on this part of the cemetery.

I'm getting pretty close to the tree.

“BOO” (girls voice)

I feel myself faint for a second.

Is this how I'm gonna die?

I don't want to die accomplishing nothing in the world.

My vision goes blurry for a second.

“Did I scare you?” (Girls voice)

As my vision comes back, I realize that it's Caitlin who snuck in.

“Why are you here?”

“Cause why not?” Caitlin said with a flirty accent.

She's in different clothes than when I saw her.

It looks as though she went to a concert or a club.

She reeks of alcohol and bodily fluids.

I can't imagine how someone would go to somewhere that makes them smell that way.

This might be the only time someone has ever smelled worse than me.

She looks even younger in her current clothes.

“What are you staring at?” Caitlin says smirking.

“Um.. you not supposed to be here”

“But this is my spot!” She says while trying to pout cutely.

I can see that she is intentionally pouting that way.

Maybe she's trying to get something out of me.

“What do you mean… your spot?”

“Just sit down with me” she says while she grabs my wrist.

I sat down with her.

I look up.

“Why is this your spot? I'm supposed to be the guard here. Your not supposed to be here”

“I know.” she quickly states in a blunt way.

There is a “pssss” sound above me.

To my horror, I saw a caterpillar on my shoulder.

It's a weird color.

Like the poison frogs I read about in high school.

It has stripes of blue black , yellow and green.

Almost announcing itself as toxic.

“Hey, you ok? Caitlin says concerned.

It seems I have been frozen and unresponsive since the worm landed on me.

“Yeah” I said while taking every ounce of my willpower and grasping the creature into my palm.

I'm just going to have to endure this until this conversation ends.

I can't afford to pass this opportunity up.

“I come here a lot you know” said caitlin

“How? Why did it take so long for me to see you?”

“I come from the back. I just hop the fence, "Caitlin says confidently.

“Hm”

Looks like I'm not good at my job.

“Because of the rain though, it was too wet in the back. But this is a cool place though. Your lucky with this job.” Caitlin says, looking at the distance.

“Yeah, I'm supposed to be fired pretty soon though…. Where do you work?”

“I bartend.” She says.

“Where? I would love to visit sometime”

“Maybe next time we meet I'll tell you” she says standing up.

Does she really treat everyone this way?

That would be very tiring.

Am I really just like everyone else to her still?

“See you later” she says walking away.

No.

Don't leave.

“I need a shower.” I overheard her talking to herself.

I sit there watching her walk out of the entrance.

I forgot about the worm!

I was too busy thinking about caitlin!

As I open my hand, a slight pain courses through my hand as the skin as my palm stretches.

The pain is most likely from the worm wriggling around my hand.

I let out a loud sigh.

I get up to get back to work.