I used to love my job until one day it almost got me killed. I worked at my college's admissions office. My job usually consisted of folding letters and answering phone calls. But on the dreaded occasion, I would have to make what my supervisor called, "The Caldwell Run."

Scared? Well you should be. Caldwell is the oldest building on my school's campus-which means it has some dark secrets. I've heard the rumors. Like how one girl claimed to have seen a demon lurking in the dark, dusty, stuffy basement of Caldwell; where the Caldwell run's final destination was located. Debris piled up along the hallways that were only lit by a lightbulb covered in spider webs. The shadows of spiders injecting their fangs into their prey were scattered across the wall. Eerie sounds of echoes came from down the dark hallway that looked like it never ended.

Some people say the basement extends across the campus and that it was actually built as an underground access highway to every spot on campus. In other words, this basement is believed to be the underground replica of my university--and I had to journey there once a week.

There was a storage room under Caldwell that held some important boxes for admissions-envelopes, folders, water etc. I would usually go over there with a dolly and return back with three or four heavy dusty boxes of items. Now I'm a pretty weak guy, but since I'm usually the only male in the office, they almost always send me to do the Caldwell Run. That is the only thing I dreaded about my job.

However, I usually didn't have to go to Caldwell alone. They would usually send me with another guy or a girl. But on this particular Thursday in October, the day before Halloween to be exact, I was sent to do the Caldwell Run all by myself.

I had to take a dolly and retrieve three boxes of view-books; yellow thick booklets that the university sent out to students aspiring to become a member of our community. I had to drag this heavy dolly across the parking lot, which was clearing out as the day winded down. It had been raining all day, and there was even a tornado warning posted for the area surrounding my university. However, the rain died down as I trekked across the parking lot. The wind however was making such a movement against the air that it almost sounded like it was whispering.

After I crossed through the parking lot I boarded the sidewalk and made my way alongside some dying trees. It was well into the fall and the leaves had been casted off the tree branches leaving nothing but bare, weak trees out in the open for the wind to push around carelessly. I turned around the corner and made my descent into the cellar area on the far side of Caldwell. The whispering immediately died as I made the decent. I opened the door and placed a heavy metal pole in front of it to keep it open-to make it easier to come out with the dolly full of heavy boxes.

As I made my way inside, a blast of stuffy air immediately hit me. One can only affirm that I was probably breathing in asbestos, mold, dust and other lung destroying elements whenever I'm down there. I turned around the corner and made my way to storage room 8. It was a little ways inside the basement. As I stood in front of room 8 I released the dolly and went to open the door.

That's when all Hell broke loose.

I heard a loud bang from where I came and I already had an idea of what caused the noise. It was probably the wind picking up, which managed to yank loose the pole that kept the door open on the way out of the basement. I paid little thought however because the door was easily opened and was usually never locked.

So I continued my assignment and gathered three boxes of view books. My weak arms struggled to even lift the box from the sand-paper like floor and carry them down two steps, dropping them on the dolly. I repeated the process two more times and struggled to kick up the dolly into a rolling position without tipping over the boxes. After several attempts, I managed to get it into a proper position and I proceeded to leave the basement.

It turned out I was right. The door was shut because of the wind. But when I tried to push it open, it wouldn't budge.

Immediately my heart began to start beating faster. But I told myself to calm down. I laid down the dolly and tried pushing my body against the door with my shoulders charging forward. The door wouldn't budge at all. That's when I decided to use technology. I took out my phone and was about to call my supervisor to come get me out of here. But since I was in the basement of a massive building, and because of the crazy weather outside, I had no signal. So my phone was useless. I even tried raising it as far up and closest to the door to get a signal; but it didn't work. I realized that I was stuck in the frightening Caldwell basement.

So I started to freak out a little bit. You'd probably be freaking out too if you realized that you were trapped in some scary ass basement at the bottom of some 200 year old building.

But my fear apparently wasn't enough to satisfy whatever creature was lurking amongst the Caldwell basement, because that's when I began to hear the whispers again. It was like the whispers of the wind outside, only it was coming from the hallway away from the exit. That made me wonder that maybe there was another exit. So I began to follow the breeze.

As I followed the wind, the whispers became louder and more distinguishable. I was really beginning to freak out. Especially when I finally managed to make it to the source of the wind and it happened to be in storage room six. I opened the door and immediately the wind stopped, but the whispers continued.

"Deliver. Every. Vanish. Illness. Labor. Deliver. Every. Vanish. Illness. Labor...." I heard these choppy words whispered by some creepy voice six times. The room was completely dark and I couldn't see anything-maybe it was best that I didn't see anything.

I searched for a light switch but couldn't find it. So I took out my phone and scrolled through my apps to find the flashlight app. Mind you, the whispering of the choppy words was still going on.

Once I activated the flashlight on my phone the words became random mumblings again. Nothing was in front of me. I turned my phone around the room slowly. Suddenly I saw something whizz by the light-a shadow. I tried to follow it, but it disappeared. I was officially about to piss my pants and decided this room led to no way out. I turned around to leave and suddenly I was yanked into the room and the door was shut closed behind me. I fell backwards on the floor and dropped my phone. Then something furry fell on my face. Whatever it was, it had multiple legs and was about the size of my hand. I immediately yanked it off my face, tossed it aside and reached for my phone to expose what just attacked me.

It was hideous.

Picture a tarantula and Smeagol having a mutant baby. This was what attacked me. It was hideous. It had not eyes, only pinchers, and ten legs. However, it had the posture of Smeagol and along with skinny rotting arms, it had a head with a few strands of hair. Foam was dripping from its fangs and it growled as it retreated behind a box and descended through some trap door.

I had seen enough. I got up and made my way towards the exit of storage room six, but it was locked. Great, I'm stuck inside some dark creepy storage room with a weird ass looking creature and some sinister old lady whispering.

Suddenly a drop of liquid fell from my nose. I gathered another drop in my hand and held it to the flashlight. It was blood. I was having a nose bleed. But that wasn't the only thing that was bleeding. My forehead had a slash across it from the creature that jumped me in the darkness. It probably injected me with some poison and went back into hiding until I knocked out so that it could finish me off.

At the thought of that I began to feel light-headed. My eyes started to burn and I started to tear up hot thick tears-only they weren't watery tears. I smeared my face with the tears and my hands were covered in more blood. I was crying tears of blood-my eyes were bleeding!

With my vision being impaired I was deathly convinced that the rumors were true. Demons do lurk the basement of Caldwell. What did they want with me though? I didn't do anything to merit this torment. I was only trying to deliver some boxes back to admissions. This is the reason why I dreaded every task that involved me going to Caldwell. The basement screamed for its visitors to vanish.

Now I'm stuck inside some dark storage room probably infected with some illness that will kill me. If I ever made it out of here alive I promised myself never to seek labor via any on-campus job again. It's too dangerous.

These thoughts ran through my head very rapidly and sporadically.

Then the creepy hag started whispering again, only it sounded like the creature was right next to me. "Deliver. Every. Vanish. Illness. Labor."

I screamed out loud. "What do you want from me?"

That's when it acknowledged me. "I want to be you."

I was slowly starting to knock out. The loss of blood, and the mass hysteria was about to do me in. I blinked and tried to stay awake. But the sleep was slowly winning. Before I blinked one last time I saw an old creature with long black hair covering its entire body, stand above me. It extended its hand, with long curly nails towards my face. I closed my eyes and felt it's dry hands grasp my face. That's when I knocked out.

***

I woke up with an oxygen mask on my face, lying in a hospital bedroom. Standing above me was a nurse taking my temperature who was excited to see me wake up. She immediately grabbed the doctor and he rushed into the room.

"You're awake," he noticed. "You were in a coma for about six weeks."

"Six weeks!" I exclaimed.

"Exactly, the paramedics found you lying on the floor by the entrance of the Caldwell basement. You had a couple of gashes on your head and a huge pipe laid besides you. We can only conclude that the storms damaged the building a bit and shook the old pipe loose, which cause it to land on your head knocking you out and sending you into a coma."

I wanted to say that wasn't what happened, but then I wondered if he would truly believe me.

I took a shot at it and told him what truly happened. I mentioned the locked door, the winds blowing inside the building, the whispering, the tarantula-Smeagol mutant creature, and the person covered in long black hair and long nails grabbing at my face--the last thing I recalled.

Of course I was right and he thought it was just one of my many dreams I had while I was in my coma. Apparently, freaky dreams like these are expected when one enters into a coma. The doctor proceeded to run some tests and declared that he would allow me to go in a day--to make sure I was truly alright.

When he left the room after all the tests I started to cough a lot. Suddenly I felt something coming up my throat. I kept wheezing until I coughed up a thick string of long black hair. I wanted to vomit, but I kept pulling out hair from my mouth. I cried for help, but no one heard me. I guess it was hard for me to make any noise when I'm preoccupied with pulling hair out of my windpipe.

Finally, I pulled out the last strand of hair and proceeded to vomit afterwards. I was a hot mess. Then a huge headache started to follow after I vomited. It was like a jackhammer pounding from within my forehead. My veins felt like they were tightening a grip around my brain, squeezing the life out of it.

That's when I heard the whispers accompanied by moans and cries. It was a soundtrack--a soundtrack from Hell.

But then I started mouthing the words I was hearing in my head. They were indistinct, indescribable, and made no logical sense. I only thought back to the phrase "Delivery. Every. Vanish. Illness. Labor."

Then a voice echoed from my lips. "I always get what I want."