[ RF ] Let 's stop for a moment with all of those `` paranormal '' scary stories . Write a terrifying piece that could really and plausibly happen to anyone .

( Somehwhat based on a true story, I let my imagination run a bit though: ) ) 
 
 Late shift. Just you, Barry and thirty thousand square feet of 150 year old brewery. `` One job tonight young fella, got a valve to change on a ammonia line in cellar C'' his sixity two year old voice proclaimed. `` Should be an easy night by all accounts, let's get the checks done and wait for the place to empty out and then we'll get at it.'' his wrinkled hands explored his mug inspecting each crack in the finish, eyes focused on the steam lifting from his tea. `` Only six more months of this, then this fella right here is heading home to spend his last years relaxing. Thirty four years ago I'd never have dreamed this time would finally come.'' 
 
 Barry taught you everything you know. He's rough around the edges, old fashion and a little mean but over all he's a decent guy. He's been on your shift since you started and you've become one of the best new hires. As he gets up from the lunch room table and he motions you to follow. `` Now buddy, you head down and do the checks on the cellars and I'll go get the parts together, I'll meet you down around cellar C right after our midnight break ok?'' 
 
 `` Sounds good Barry.'' Your voice contains a detectable amount of excitement. One valve to change in a twelve hour shift is a pretty good deal. It'll probably take a few hours at most and the rest of the night will be spent relaxing in the lunch room catching up on the hockey highlights. 
 
 The north cellar area is in the oldest part of the brewery, built around 1870 and has n't changed must, stone walls that have been insulated with spray foam house four massive steel tanks per cellar. Each tank has a different brew. Each brew is aged for a different length of time. It's a complex process to make mass produced beer, but it makes for an interesting job. A dirty job, but one you enjoy none the less. 
 
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 `` Hey young fella!'' The familiar voice echos off the cellar walls, the barley lit room floods with light as Barry walks in. `` I got everything we need, lets see what we got going on here.'' The cellars are technically not a production area, which means cleaning and upkeep are hardly done. The floors are cruddy and black, the lights are few and far between, the door never opens right, all that in a room thats kept around freezing and it's not a great place to be, but this job wont take you long. 
 
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 Removing the valve is quick work, you look closely at the parts inspecting each bit, something else Barry taught you, it's out and apart so you might as well replace anything and everything that looks worn out. 
 
 `` Hey Barry, what do you think of this gasket? Worth putting a new one in eh?'' 
 
 `` Yupp, I'm going up to the tool room anyways I'll grab one, clean up the threads on the pipe I'll be back in a minute.'' As Barry left the room so did the light from his head lamp. His foot steps sounded like thunder as his heavy boot landed on the rickety metal steps, slowly growing faint, until a second crashing sound catches your attention. The door must have slipped shut. Down from the ladder and across the steel grates you go inspect the situation, always a little uneasy to be alone on these cellars. Not only are they a bit creepy, but any number of things could kill you down here. 
 
 Sure enough the door has fallen shut, you prop it back open with a pipe wrench and head back to your work. As soon as you reach the back side of one of the massive tanks another loud crash startles you. This one however is followed by foot steps. Barry must be back. Lifting the beam of your flashlight uncovers your make-shift work bench and tools but no Barry. `` Barry?''. No response, but the foot steps are now coming from the far end of the cellar. Your heart rate is speeding up a little, something must be wrong. We must have a leak down the line or something. `` Barry!'' you're shouting now, but still no response. Just foot steps. He must have his ammonia mask on, that the it. He ca n't yell with his mask on. You decide to go towards to foot steps, then, darkness. All the lights turn off. `` Barry! Hey man whats going on! Barry!'' Shout at the darkness gets you nothing in return. The footsteps are growing closer and heavier. `` Barry!''. Walking fast towards the sound you're flashlight picks up the shape of what you think is Barry, that is until you're radio crackles. `` Hey young fella sorry I'm taking so long lost power up here and I'm trying to figure out why. I should be back down in a fifteen minutes or so.'' 
 
 That not Barry. 
 
 
 

