There must be a large crew of workers behind the scenes of any shopping centre. The place needs cleaning, and has to be secure. Anyone needed for logistics will require facilities.
My interviewee today had a look behind the curtain on their trip to Monfeld. It makes me wish I had some blueprints for the building. I’ll have to see what I can find.
In Disneyland they hide the workers' area behind secret doors. In Monfeld it has handles, a keyhole, and a sign. I had explored most of the shops by this point, and found nothing spooky. The rumours seemed made up. But no one had mentioned anything about where the staff emerged from.
The door creaked, and led to a long corridor. Like such a long corridor that it made no sense. It must have been longer than the whole building. This was the moment. I could have decided not to venture further, and head back to the real world outside. But the void was too tempting. I headed down, my plan being to get to an imaginary equidistant point, take some photos and videos, and dash back out.
The corridor grew warmer the further I went down. More humid and damp as well, like I went deeper into a cave. At what could be the halfway point. I set up my camera for some good shots down into the gloom.
Perhaps this is what set off the event. The dot appeared in the distance through my camera lens. Her head almost touched the ceiling, and her big palms slapped against the wall, moving closer and closer.
I still had my tripod set up. My camera bag on the floor. Perhaps I should have left them, but instead I did a mad scramble, and dragged them up in a heap before I dashed. The tripod banged against my leg, enough to draw blood. The woman kept going, those hands slapping further against the walls, the whole corridor getting so damp.
I did not see if she chased me through the rest of the shopping. I lost the tripod somewhere in the streets outside.
Now I am back home, she is not in any of the photos. And here's the thing. That corridor was even longer on the chase back. How does that work?
