Tatai - Part 4 - I'm gonna fucking kill him (121 hits)
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Submitted by SlowlyRotting (View user info) at 2006-12-11 09:55:03 EST
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/96564
Part 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/96621
Part 3 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/96662
The police did their thing, taking pictures and asking questions, and I was left with a business card and phone number to call if anything else came up. Mark moved me to another cubicle with a new PC, and then put in the necessary calls to corporate for my network access. I settled in as best I could before covering my coffee with a napkin and heading to the bathroom for a quick drain.
At first nothing seemed amiss, the green light flashed as usual but I ignored it and stepped up to do my thing. It wasn't until I was almost finished that my heart stopped beating and my stomach rose into my chest. I stopped mid-stream and took two steps backward, practically in a stupor.
The auto-flush mechanism looked exactly as it had before I introduced it to my hammer. It was as if I had imagined the whole thing.
My thoughts raced around and around, my breathing was labored as if I was suffering an asthma attack. I reached over and steadied myself against the wall with my right hand. I was concentrating as hard as I could to remember every detail, to convince myself that I had actually destroyed that thing and hadn't just dreamed it.
The strobe-like flashing of the green light brought me back, and I rushed back to my desk. I logged onto my email client and replicated, hoping there would be some kind of explanation from my new nemesis. A dozen or so new messages popped up, but I was only interested in the most recent one.
I double clicked the new email from tatai and waited for the image to appear. This time there were three photographs, one on top of the other, all tinted that sickly green. The first was a shot of me attacking the urinal, the second was my old desk, destroyed, and the third was me leaning against the bathroom wall, stupefied, just seconds ago.
I hit the reply button and typed away.
FUCKER:
GROW SOME BALLS AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE.
As soon as I deleted the previous email, another one popped up, from the same address. I opened it up and there was a picture of me from behind, typing away at my new desk.
I turned around instantly, but no one was there. I stood up and looked around, but still, nothing. I walked into the cube behind me and saw Joe typing away on a huge spreadsheet. I glanced around for a camera, or even a cell phone, but saw nothing.
"Joe, who was that guy just at my desk?"
"Huh?"
"That guy who just came to my cube. Who was he?"
"I didn't see nobody."
The genuine look of confusion on his face convinced me that it hadn't been him, but it further complicated things. How could he have missed someone standing right next to his cube, taking a picture of me in mine, and then walking away?
I took a walk around the office, peeking into every cube and searching for any kind of evidence. I went into the breakroom and opened every cabinet, hoping to find the camera's hiding spot. I was absolutely perplexed at how I could have gotten into this situation.
Mentally exhausted from the whole ordeal, I returned to my desk and sat down. There was a new message, so I opened it. It took a while to load up, and when it finally did I understood why: It was ten pictures, from various places and at various angles, all of me looking around the office for cameras.
I replied back:
LOOK, THIS IS STUPID. JUST STOP TAKING PICTURES OF MY DICK AND I WON'T SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE.
Almost as soon as I'd sent it, the reply came back.
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I deleted the message then looked around one final time.
"I don't have time for this bullshit. I'll just use the toilet from now on." I thought I'd said this only in my head, but Joe stood up and asked me what I'd said.
"Nothing man, talkin' to myself."
"Oh, OK."
I picked up my phone and started working, hoping that this would all just go away.
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That evening, my wife went to bed early and I stayed up playing on my laptop. I had told her I was working on a project for work, but I was really just doing more research on the 'tatai'. There were websites dedicated to horror stories about these little creatures. I even found someone who'd named their little dog "Tuhtie"
The more I read, the more I remembered. My mind kept creeping back to a long-forgotten memory of my grandmother's house...
I was searching the house for my grandpa's remote-controlled car. He kept it hidden from me ---and never let me play with it, but I knew it was inside the house somewhere. My grandma figured I was up to something, and she warned me "the tatais are going to get you." But I didn't really believe her.
I walked into the guestroom and searched the closet, the dresser, even the highest shelf on the bookcase. I stood in the middle of the room and scanned everything with my eyes, turning a slow circle to take in everything. I realized I hadn't searched under the bed yet, so my attention turned there.
I got down on my hands and knees and began to lift the bedskirt up off the floor...
That's all I could remember.
My eyes were dry from staring at the laptop screen too long, and my legs felt cramped. I shut down the computer and put it on the table, heading towards the bedroom and, hopefully, a good nights sleep.
As soon as my eyes closed, the green light came on.
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I decided to do a little more snooping when I got to work the next morning. I came in on time, as usual, but I didn't go to my desk. Instead, I settled into one of the unused cubes behind the receptionist desk and waited for her to take her morning smoke break.
It took almost an hour of random glances away from my laptop and towards the front desk before she finally got up and took her purse with her. I stood up and followed her with my gaze, making sure she didn't make a last second decision to come back to her desk, but she just kept walking and disappeared out the back door.
I hurried to her desk and searched the start menu on her PC for the access-control program for the front door. I nervously looked around before loading the program up.
Searching through columns of eye-gauging code, I found what I wanted: the time log for Friday.
The last person who'd left the office that day was Joe. He was in the building alone for two hours after everyone else had gone. Once he'd left, the building had stayed locked until Mark got in on Monday morning.
"Why the hell didn't the cops just take this much effort?" I thought as I closed the program out and headed back to my laptop. I grabbed all my things and headed to my desk, passing Joe's cube on the way in. I glanced in at him and he didn't seem to notice as he typed away on some word document.
I sat at my desk and put down all my things. I shut down my laptop and turned on the PC, adjusting the monitor so that if Joe came up behind me with his little camera, I'd see his reflection before he snapped any more shots.
As the Windows splash screen filled my monitor, I thought about revenge...
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