At 18, I worked part-time, going from building to building, conducting surveys among residents. I heard all sorts of things, of course: insults, flirting, and the ravings of schizophrenics. But the most terrifying thing was when a voice answered from behind an old, moldy door: "Bury me. Then I'll answer your survey." I still get goosebumps remembering it.
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