Hell Theater
Interview Call

Creepypasta tells the story of an unemployed young man who is desperate and in need of a job as soon as possible. When he receives an interview call, things won't go as he expected.

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I got an interview call that was pretty annoying to me yesterday. The content of the email was a bit vague, but I was desperate to get a job, so I just accepted the call. I felt strange because the interview was done late at night. By the time I found the address, darkness had enveloped the office building. There was only an orange street light that illuminated it.

The building has a large parking lot with unused land area behind it. This environment is very integrated with the factory district around it – buildings of aluminum and bricks are very long and large. Maybe because of the silence or whatever, but I immediately did not like this place. I get goosebumps when I look around, afraid that in the middle of this darkness someone is robbing me.

Yeah, of course you are. If they want to run in the middle of a parking lot that stretches for half a mile.

For a few tense minutes, I tried to open the door on the side of the building. All the driveways in front were locked and it made me think that maybe someone wanted to prank me.

But when I pushed it, the door swung open.

The interior of the office is quite normal. A small and clean office, with white walls, and sofa2 in the waiting room. All my doubts collapsed instantly and I smiled with relief and confidence.

“I am here for ..” I approached the reception desk, but no one was there.

The room behind the reception desk was dark and empty.

Confused, I checked the waiting room. The light is on and the front door is open – so surely someone is working here. Maybe their receptionist is home at this hour. Then .... how? Do I have to walk around this building until I find someone I can ask? Is it possible that I will also find my future boss wandering around inside here? I still curse that cryptic interview invitation2 in my heart.

I heard a knocking sound in the glass, albeit very slowly, from the inside. I called back to the reception desk, but there was no answer.

I tried to open the door behind the locked – waiting room. I tried the door next to it, and surprisingly, it easily opened. Embarrassed, I went inside, hoping someone would catch me.

Inside it looked like a vast cave filled with 2 engines. The giant Machine2 that I had never seen before stood still in this dimly lit room2. What is the function of this tool2? I don't even know what company this is. At the end of this large room, I saw a small light from a machine that seemed to be at work, with a man nearby.

I approached the operator with a heart2. He seemed so serious about his work that I didn't know if he was even aware of my presence here.

“Hallo?” rangku to compensate for the noise released by the machine.

He ignored me, or he did not hear me.

“Hai, I came here for an interview!” I screamed and walked around the machine so he could see me.

The shrill sound of the machine stopped instantly and the machine died with the sound of “whiiir” slowly fading away.

He looked up and lifted his safety glasses to his forehead. His eyes focused on me for a while.

“Good, good ..” said, “This will be a field interview, understand?”

“This machine needs a deft hand.”

“Sorry, I don't understand ..”

With a huff he lowered his head, opened the hood, and pointed between the gears 2 gears mixed with the piston and other components. I still don't understand what the man's instructions are.

“See that? My English key fell back there. I can't reach it.”

I shifted to the side to look inside the machine. I almost held my breath because I smelled her stinging body odor. The air around it looks moist because of his sweat and his breath smells of a mixture of cigarette aroma and – liquor? Without trying to sound rude, I said.

“You want ... I took it?” I asked if he was serious.

“Well, of course I can't do it.”

I thought about it well2. The machine was wide and low. To reach the rear, I had to crawl into the machine, between the gears2 and other components that would certainly move if the engine was turned on.

“Are you not going to turn off the machine completely first?”

“The machine is dead, son.”

“But I just saw you running it ..”

“Only for treatment. Now get in there! Do you want this job or not?”

Frowning, I tried to lean closer to the hood that opened it. In the corner of my eye, I could see him licking his lips. I started to get scared, but I really needed the job.

I tried to put my hand inside, trying not to touch the jagged part2 that could turn on and turn on at any time 2. Shaking, I tried to reach the back, but could not. He was right, I had to put my whole body in there.

“Come, quickly get in there!” he insisted. I could feel a hint of excitement in his voice.

I tried to lean my body a few inches forward. Inside that narrow room I could see pistons and tubes near my head. There is no sign2 the English key is true2 is on the back of the machine. I'm starting to get scared. He could have closed the hood door as soon as I was inside, trapping me. And once I'm inside, this machine can light up and all these 2 serrations will run over me and dismember my body.

There is no job worth all this.

I took my body out of the machine.

“Sorry, Man. I have to go ..”

After saying a polite excuse as possible, I ran towards the reception room and got out. I felt so relieved after feeling the cold night air outside. I thought while driving home, was my fear so much that I turned down an opportunity to have a job? When I got home, my fear began to fade. I was starting to feel stupid and might have offended the poor old man.

When I checked my computer, there was an email about a job interview. My blood froze and seemed to stop flowing when I read it. That's an email from the guy. The email contained an apology.

He has sent the interview call to the wrong address.