Welcome listeners to another edition of Fast Food Horror. Today's story is about a
college student who's found herself at the edge of her wits, down on her
luck, and willing to do anything to make ends meet. In this story
entitled The Job listen Sting by e Jay Miller, voice acted by e Jay
Miller and their debuting Stephanie Miller. So it's been about two weeks. Two
weeks since that night. I haven't loved my apartment. I've had my grocery
just delivered, but I haven't had much of an appetite. I haven't gone
to any of my classes, and I haven't hung out with my friends either,
all because of that night. If you're listening to this, I was
right, and what I'm about to tell you is the truth. I know
it may sound crazy. God I still can't believe it, but it's why
I'm not here and you are listening to this. I'm recording this not to
get justice. Those responsible are so outside the grasp of the law that they
are the definition of the well connected elite. They're so well practiced at evading
detection. I'm only posting this here just as a warning. My name,
my name is I'm a second year grad student at the university. A few
months ago became a very apparent that I was running out of funds. Let's
be honest, I was going to get evicted and kicked out into the streets.
Trying to balance a full time college class schedule, studying plus work enough
to cover rent from her meager one room apartment and to pay my bills.
Tuition and groceries have become impossible. I started researching other ways to make money.
Credit cards and loans were no longer an option. No one was going
to give me a loan, let alone a credit card to help me get
ahead, and there were no job options for a college grad who still had
no discernible skills that would cover my growing bills. Yeah, I'll be honest.
I gave it thought to stripping and only fan pages, but I don't
think I have assets to get a big enough return. If you get my
drift. I started scanning Craig's List in other job forums for anything outside of
prostitution, something that could assure me a payday and keep my college dreams afloat
and me off the streets, which is when I found the oddest job listing.
It read wanted private blood donor once a week in my home five thousand
dollars cash. Clean donors only. Drug users need not apply. Vegans preferred
serious inquiries only. Email at gmail dot com for more information five thousand a
week. That if that was real, would not only get me out of
my current financial trouble, but get me well ahead. It sounded too good
to be true, But what the hell did I have to lose? Right?
I emailed the contact and waited. Within an hour, I received an
email reply. In it read thank you for responding. Before we proceed,
we request some information concerning your current health, as well as a brief family
medical history. We have provided you a link to complete a brief health questionnaire
before we move on to the next step. The link will expire in thirty
minutes. Upon completion of the questionnaire, you will be compensated for your time
as a gesture of our appreciation and a show of our legitimacy in future transactions.
Renumber to provide your pay friend account for this and any future transactions.
Your answers will be considered private and anonymous. We appreciate and respect your privacy.
We hope you will respect ours. I went to the bottom of the
email and found a small crust or sigil clicked on it, a black dragging
on the field of red with some letters I really couldn't decipher, framed by
gold. After a brief hesitation, I decided to click the link. I
was guided to a nondescriptive web page with lines of questions following by a blink
box after each to type in my answers. The questions range from dietary to
drug use, alcohol use to smoking, prescriptions, to family medical history and
the current fitness level I mean. I answered each in rapid succession. I
have never used any drugs, no prescriptions, couldn't afford cigarettes, and was
an avid runner. Let's just sum it up by saying that my medical history
is really boring. I provided my pay friend and vote and clicked scent.
The page went black, and within thirty seconds I received a notification from pay
friend that my account just received a payment of a thousand dollars. I kept
refreshing my screen a couple of times to make sure I was reading it right,
But there it was. My account was up a thousand dollars. Yeah.
I did a little dance and then I waited. I fell asleep watching
the screen. When I woke the next morning to my email screen showing one
new message from a new email account that I didn't quite recognize. I clicked
on it and it read thank you. We have received your health questionnaire and
after careful review, we would like to move you to the next step in
the process. An appointment has been made for you at a health clinic where
a sample of your blood will be discreetly taken and put through a blood panel
to assure us of the forgive the verbiage purity of your blood again. Upon
completion of this, you will be compensated for your time and any results will
be kept in strict confidence. You have two hours from having clicked this link
to attend your appointment. I thought I was up a thousand after simply filling
out a questionnaire what would I get as a compensation for going for a blood
test? I dashed out the door and hailed that taxi as fast as I
could to the clinic, which was about thirty minutes from my apartment and in
a not so great section of the city. I completed the blood panel and
I opened my email as I walked out of the clinic door and saw the
notification for my pay friend. Three thousand, three thousand dollars payment has been
made to my account in twelve hours, I was up four thousand dollars.
Four thousand dollars. Seriously, at this point I should have just stopped.
In hindsight, I wish I had. I was four thousand dollars up.
I mean, come on, I had financial breathing room and time to find
a respectable employment. But I was hooked. What was next? What was
the next hoop? And how much would it net me? Or did we
just go right to the blood donating? I waited. I received an email
from an unknown account that evening and it read good evening. You have been
selected to proceed to the next step, provided you are interested and are willing
to comply with some security measures. In one hour, a black car service
will arrive outside your location. Please leave all electronic devices at your abode.
Knock twice on the rear passenger door of the vehicle upon its arrival, and
the door will open. Enter the rear of the vehicle and you will find
a blindfold. This is to protect your privacy. Please place the blindfold on
and keep it on until you are instructed to remove it. The vehicle is
automated, so there is no worry about any other persons in the vehicle with
you. That will be very evident when you enter it. The vehicle will
then drive to our location. The door will open upon arrival, at which
time you will be instructed to remove the blindfold and enter our location again.
Do not remove it until you are instructed. Upon your arrival, you will
be discreetly and professionally chet by our staff for any weapons or items of worry.
You will then be guided by our staff to our physician, who will
then administer the blood withdraw Upon the completion of the process, you will be
return to your abode the same way you arrived via our black car service,
with the same stipulation to keep the blindfold on until you hear the vehicle door
open. Upon exit of the vehicle as offered, a five thousand dollars payment
to your pay for an account will be made. This agreement will be continued
once a week until such time you no longer wish to participate or you break
the terms outlined here. In one further stipulation, during the blood withdrawal process,
we ask that you keep your eyes closed. The physician atmistering. The
procedure will tell you when you are to close them and when you may open
them. It is a request for our benefactor and is not negotiable. I'll
admit I became blind to all the warning flags that I should have seen.
All I could see was regular income of five thousand dollars a week for some
odd requests of blood donation. I complied for nine weeks. I followed every
roll, every request outlined. Every week, at ten PM, a black
car would arrive, unmanned outside my apartment. I knocked choice on the door.
The door would open, I entered, I put on the blindfold.
The vehicle then drove for about I would say an hour, as near as
I could tell. It then stopped and the door of the vehicle would open.
A mail voice asked me to please remove your blindfold. I found myself
in the company of a nicely dressed man clad in business attire with military haircut,
who smelled of extensive muskie after shave. We were in an empty underground
parking garage, no other vehicles, other person, no signage. He wished
me a good evening, guided a wand about my body. He instructed me
then to please follow me, and I did. We entered an adjoining building
and I was led down a maze of halls to a medical room, where
I was greeted by a pleasantly plump, older gentleman who introduced himself only as
our benefactor's personal physician. My escort left us, and the physician guided me
to an empty chair and began the process of setting up his equipment. I
won't go into the details of that, I'm not a pull of bomonomist,
but when he seemed content that his tools were in place, he asked that
I closed my eyes until instructed to open them, and I agreed. When
it was completed, I was told to open my eyes. The needles had
been removed, the bag of blood already taken and whisked off. My escort
returned to the room and led me back to the vehicle. I downed the
blindfold and was returned via black car service. For nine weeks, this was
the process or each return home. My pay friend account was plus five thousand
dollars. This brings me to the crux of the story. Two weeks ago,
just after I was told to close my eyes before the needle was inserted
into my arm, I got a feeling, this feeling that someone else was
in the room. I never heard footsteps or I wore the door open.
No words were ever exchanged. The physician always on my right side. I
could hear him home as he went about his work, but I could swear
I could hear the faintest of deep, shallow breathing coming rhythmically from my left.
I knew it was in my escort. His after shade would have been
a dead giveaway. But when the physician told me to open my eyes,
there was only the physician there. So tonight I did what I was told
not to do. I really wish I hadn't. Not knowing was more of
a blessing than the curse of being aware of what was next to me all
these weeks, I had a to peek and see if I could get away
with it. I didn't want to kill the golden goose. I had gotten
used to those weekly paychecks, but I wanted to see what was to my
left when the blood started drawing. I got a haircut, nothing over the
top, but had the stylus give me bangs that would at the right tilt
of my head just hang over my eyes. And then I went out and
I bought fake eyelashes just long enough that if I closed my eye slightly,
I could still see through the lashes and the bangs, and no one would
be wiser. At ten o'clock, the black car service arrived at my home.
I knocked twice. The door opened, and I placed the blindfold over
my eyes. The vehicle began its journey to the parking garage. The door
opened upon arrival and I was greeted by mister Aftershave, clad in his business
attire. He wanted me and greeted me with a pleasant smile. Then he
led me down the hallways to the medical office. There I was great by
the physician, who guided me to my chair and set to work like clockwork.
When his tools were set, he instructed me to close his eyes,
and as I planned, I closed them just enough to give the impression to
any that were looking at me that I was complying with the instructions of my
physician and in turn the benefactor. As I felt the gloved hand of my
physicians touched my forearm to insert the needle, I heard again the faint,
deep whisper of a shallow breathing coming from my left. I slowly scanned my
eyes to the right. There was the physician, humming as he went about
his work. And then I scanned my eyes to the left, trying to
remain as undetectable as possible, trying to remain subtle, trying not to garner
any attention. And there was the source of the breathing. It almost stopped
mine. Five feet to my left, Shrouded in the darkness of the corner,
dressed in a black gown of sorts, was the frail, thin figure.
My eyes first focused on its tentative fingers, white and unnaturally long,
thin with yellow long finger nail. My eyes slowly scanned up from the frame
of the figure, gaunt and shallow, a sickening white mask of a face,
black eyes sunken into the skull of a face, no white about the
pupil or iris, just glossy ebony eyes of the darkest black below a smooth,
hairless face and skull, and its mouth, Its lips, if it
had lips, were pulled back to expose a maw of well used, sharp
fangs. I could see his eyes were fixed on the needles as it entered
my skin, and I watched the reflection of those ebony eyes, and as
his attention followed the flow of my blood from the needle slowly up the tube
to the bag where it was being collected alongside the chair I sat in.
I could see the drool collecting in the corner of the right side of his
mouth. I could see the rise and fall increase with each passing minute as
he watched the flow of my blood. And now I understood what purpose I
truly served in this exchange. I tried to keep my breath under control.
I tried really hard to keep from screaming out. I tried to keep from
reacting to what I was seeing. The money no longer meant anything. I
was no longer in this for the money. I wanted this to be over.
I wanted to survive now that I knew who and what my benefactor truly
was. This thing that has been feasting on me for weeks, This monster,
this demon that kept watching me every night as the blood escaped my veins.
This vampire. This is how he had survived, preying on people who
came to financial peril, paying for clean blood in order to survive, taking
great pains to secure his secrecy. In the world of social media, where
everyone is connected. I turned my eyes to the right, ever so slightly,
and focused my attention on the physician. Still unaware of my deception,
I heard the shallow breathing getting louder on my left. I could almost feel
it across the skin of my upper arm, hot and ragged exls. I
slowly guided my eyes to the left and saw that my benefactor was now only
inches from my nose. My eyes locked on those two black pools, and
I couldn't move. I was unsure of its next move, and I was
unsure of what mine should be. It broke the silence. You have broken
our agreement. I saw through your little charade. You aren't the first to
try this floy and I'm sure you won't be the last. Such a shame.
Your blood tasted so sweet, this agreement. It allowed me to live
in privacy and seclusion. There is safety in that for my kind, and
I was unburdened with the task of having to dispose of so many bodies,
so tedious. And it allowed you to survive such a shame, such a
share. You may go. The car will take you home to your home.
Remember I know where that is. You'd best be served to remember how
much I enjoy my privacy. That is the only thing keeping you safe.
I hope we have an understanding. I nodded my head, I felt the
needle withdrawal from my arm, and saw the door open by mister Aftershape,
and quickly made my way out down many halls to the parking garage, into
the black car service that had awaited me to take me home. I locked
the car doors, I downed the blindfold, and I held my breath until
the car moved. I seen it, the demon, the monster, the
vampire. I see it every night outside my window, solemnly, patiently waiting
outside my tenth floor window, waiting for me to give in, waiting for
me to leave or or invite him in so sweet