The Interview I dont know how this ends, Im guessing not well, so Im scrawling this on a bit of paper I found here,in the closet where Im hiding.Please,warn all the young girls out there that this is how the serial killer is finding them. Earlier today, I had a job interview, at the offices of J.Jacobs, thats right, the prestigious office firm, I was dressed nicely, face made up nicely, wearing my best most expensive perfume, felt good, knew I looked good.And I went up to the big front gate, and there was a guy there in a suit, about to tie a sign to the gate, he turned and saw me and asked if i had come for the interview.He then explained that he was very sorry, the office had suffered a flood and the interview would be held in a cafe round the corner. I followed him and he started the interview, checked my name and address, and asked various questions about how suited I was to the job, if my husband would object to me working late on occassion, I laughed and told him I lived alone. But when I got home, there was a message from Jacobs asking why I didnt go to the interview. While I was trying to understand the message,since I had been interviewed, the man who interviewed me appeared in the doorway holding a knife. Suddenly I realised, it was so easy for him, I even gave him my address. Please, warn them. Please, warn them.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 14:57:48 +0000
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