Sink 1

I’ve always wondered what they do at Sink 1. I only see it after working hours, after everyone else has gone home, on my rounds of the building. There’s something … creepy about it. There always was, even before the night I saw all that blood in there. Blood and some sort of, flesh.

I am sure I saw blood. I am sure of it. But by the time I’d run back to the front desk to report it, and returned, it was gone. All of it. Not so much as a drop or a smudge was left.

I checked very thoroughly. It was making me crazy. How is it possible to completely erase so much blood? There were liters of it! I checked my watch — as I always do, for the report. I checked it when I saw the blood, and then when I returned and did not see any blood at all. Just two minutes and thirty-five seconds had elapsed.

It is impossible to clean up that much blood in that little time.

No trace of solvents, or detergents, or even water. Not on surfaces. Not a scent in the air. Nothing!

It’s impossible. But I know I saw blood.

…and flesh.

It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. A thick slice of flesh, with a bone near the center. As if cut from a limb, like a ham bone.

I’m sure it wasn’t ham. It was too… fresh. Ugh.

As creepy as all that is, there’s no Sink 2. Why would someone label a room with two sinks in it “Sink 1” if there’s not another sink room? But there isn’t one. I’ve looked everywhere.

There is a room on the other side of the wall from these sinks. At least, there’s space for one. I can’t find a door which leads to it. There is no way to get to the room that must be on the other side of this wall. Or if there is, I can’t find it. Could that be Sink 2?

Sometimes i think i hear things through that wall. Laughter. Maybe screams? Chilling. At all hours of the night.

If blood disappears in just a couple minutes in Sink 1. I can only imagine what happens in Sink 2, the room which must be there, but does not exist.