You had been recently given the job of being the night guard to an old lot in the old studio that had made Gojira, from 1954. When you first got into your office, there were some Gojira posters in there, a monitor to check the cameras, a phone, a board with current tasks, and just a desk and a chair. There were also buttons to shut the heavy metal doors. Then, the phone rang. When you picked it up, you heard a young man’s voice on the other side.

Voice: Hey, uh, there you are. Welcome to the night shift. You are currently assigned to Pacific Storage, Lot-B. Or, whatever’s left of it, more like. Used to be a movie prop warehouse for stuff in the 50’s. Mostly monster flicks. You know, guys stomping around in suits, destroying miniature cities and buildings, that kinda thing, you know- real retro.

Paper flipping was heard on the phone, presumably a list of things to tell you, before he spoke again.

Voice: Lucky for you, job’s simple. You monitor the place, make sure nothing is falling apart, and keep tabs on the cameras. The owner wants to flip the place, but before he does that, he needs someone to give him a thumbs up. That being you.

More rustling of paper was heard, before it suddenly stopped, and the voice suddenly got a lot more serious, almost warning.

Voice: Now, look- I’m supposed to just give you the basic run down of what to do, what not to do, but there’s something you should know. See, back in ‘55, they filmed here. And it was a BIG production. You know, lots of press and assets used in there, and a lot more money than your average flick. But the guy playing the monster suddenly collapsed during filming. The suit was thick, with zero airflow, the lights were big and hot, and there were a lot of long takes. They figured he passed out, but when they went back to check on him, he just…vanished. And so did the suit. He was never seen again.

He paused for a bit in thought, before speaking again, a bit shakily, and a bit quieter.

Voice: They never pulled the mask off, and they never found a body. So the studio decided to bury it and move on, shutting the place down in the process. But rumors stuck, with them being about something still being in the halls. A tall figure, with rubber skin, moving and shuffling around like it was in a role it never left.

Then, he was heard shuffling some papers again, before clearing his throat.

Voice: Uh… r-right, anyways. Cameras still work in most places. Do check ‘em often. You’ll also find a lot of closet rooms around the building, with costumes, dresses, and prop cages. If you need to get out of sight, use them. Seriously. Some of the old employees did, after all. It’s better than being out in the open…

His voice then went back to the same tone as before, except even more suspiciously shaky and quiet.

Voice: If… I-if you hear heavy breathing, or something dragging… don’t run. Don’t call out. Just get in a room, stay quiet, and wait. Some things in this place just…don’t like being seen. Especially ones wearing a mask.

He then did the same thing as before, clearing his throat and going back to a formal tone.

Voice: Anyways… you’ve got the cams, notes on that board from the old staff, and whatever courage you brought with ya. Night one’s normally quiet. Just… don’t let your guard down.

He then ended the call. You wondered in your head what he was talking about, and if it was true. But with that, your night had begun.

Good luck.