Since I originally wanted to use my Tumblr to post art, I figured I should get on that. Even if it is art of a—ahem—dubious origin.
So, the back story, right?
I was walking through 500 (which is what we call our back of house at TRU. It actually dates back from long before I started working there, when it was straight aisles from front to back of the store, as opposed to the broken weird layout we have now, and the back of house was literally where “aisle 500” would be, or something like that. Anyway, since when I started there were a lot of people who have worked their for five or more years, the name stuck.) and I kind of heard this weird sound.
It’s not unusual to hear weird things back there. Specifically, in the CC section, which stretches over the Imaginarium and R’ Zone upstairs, that’s where the air conditioner and stuff is, so there’s a lot of weird noises. Added to the noises from downstairs, and the walls are thin, so wind and rain sound freaky back there. But it is that stretch of shelving that has been rumoured to be haunted. I’ve known people who swear by it, but I’ve also known people who swear that it couldn’t be.
But I heard this almost airy exhalation. If you’ve ever hear a “hissing arthropod” I’d compare it to that. Arthropods don’t actually have vocal chords, so they can’t have voices, but there are some that can do this weird thing with air. There are several species of tarantulas that can push air through their chelicerae and create this awful “hissing sound.” If I had to compare what I heard to something earthly, it would be that sound.
So I hear this sound, and at first I kind of look at my sapphire (those are our scanners) but it’s acting normally. And I look up, and in between these two carseat boxes, this thing is just sitting there. It smiled at me with it’s odd mouth, and I heard the sound again. The eyes were sunk back in it’s head, small tar-black circles.
But it was the hand that I will never forget, even over its disproportionally large head. It had a tiny shriveled black hand, like it was wearing a child’s pitchers glove. I don’t know how long it was there, because I turned and ran. I ran until I was clear into Imaginarium, and when I was surrounded by customers I was forced to stop thinking about it.
But now I know it’s up there.
BIG HEAD TINY GLOVE