1986. Unknown Storage Facility.
Drip. Drip.
The constant, rythmic sounds of water droplets falling into a small puddle was the only source of sound within the small, metal room; Crates upon crates of all sizes and all shapes stacked upon each other were neatly placed against the walls and corners, with smaller cardboard boxes neatly tucked away on shelves and on some of the higher boxes. Bright purple banners and striped tablecloths were folded and covered in protective plastic. Everything was in its place.
The thirty-something-year-old manager continued to flash his light around the storage unit, making sure not a single particle was out of place. He wanted to go through the nightly inspection of each unit as fast as he could, as the sweltering heat was causing the metal room to be almost like an oven. If only they spent the year's budget on an air conditioner instead of the high-tech security system; Nobody even comes into the place, anyhow, and even if they did, there was nothing worth stealing.
The manager wiped away a stream of sweat as it trickled down his forehead towards his eyes. One more box to check, he thought to himself, and you can go get a cold one and take a break.
He came to his last crate, which was a long one on its side. He flashed his light onto the contents, expecting it to be carefully tucked away and closed neatly. Surprisingly, it wasn't; One of the sides was broken open, and the hay was all over the floor. The manager cussed under his breath, and knelt down to further look at the damage.
There were fragments of broken wood all over the floor near the damaged side, and whatever was inside the thing was missing. But that wasn't the most unusual part of it: The crate appeared to have been broken from the inside, like something was trying to break out.
This sent an uncomfortable chill down the manager's spine. What the hell could have been inside this thing? A Tasmanian Devil?
He was about to stand back up and search around for any clues as to what happened - or for any other damage he may have missed - but something in the back of his mind told him not to get up, as if it would be a bad decision to turn around. But the manager wasn't going to scare himself over some stolen property, it was probably all a coincidence. He got up and turned around to check around the room once more, but what he saw behind him made him freeze in his tracks and drop his flashlight; His heart was pounding like crazy.
He was face-to-face with a floating, lanky, black figure with a strange grin on its white face- At least, it looked like a face.