Trapped In IKEA (SCP-3008)

===| Authors Note |===
So quick note, I obviously do not own SCP-3008 or IKEA. 
As well as, hi there, I’m kinda new-ISH to this website, and I’m actually, not that great a writer, so no time like the present to give it a shot right? I greatly enjoy Sci-Fi type things, and SCP-3008 is very Sci-Fi-ish. The way this story is gonna be written is kinda, odd? There will be some 3rd-person chapters, and other Journal Entries that takes the perspective of the main character.
Also fair warning, this may have some gruesome details. I hope you enjoy this, interesting, story.
-Wisteria <3
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==Journal Entry One: January 3rd, 2009==
To some, this might seem ridiculous, writing words down as if you could speak with a journal. But, my therapist said this would help, so why not give it a shot? Today, I have a date. Which uh, happens once in a lifetime, for me anyways. 
It also just so happens—I have to go to IKEA. Which frankly? I’m not the happiest camper about that. I dolled up in a wine-red dress, did my makeup to perfect, and my hair, just to go to a furniture store right before the big date. It was my mother who requested I pick up a few vases for her. The date will be right after, so I’ll have to quickly get this done. 
For some reason, I have an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, a feeling that signals, “Hey, something’s gonna go wrong.” Which is absurd. What could possibly go wrong at an IKEA?
<end of Journal Entry One>
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==Chapter One: | Into the IKEA |==
Lilith Davenport was your regular ol’ rich, horrible romantic. She was CEO of the famous beauty product company, Lily. 
Now you may think, she’s rich isn’t she? It can’t possibly be too hard for her to get a partner. But that is precisely why it is. Think about it, people asking to go on dates only because of her title and money. That’s why she hardly ever went on any dates anymore. But today was a special day.
A special day to go to IKEA no less. Lilith grumbled as she pulled into an empty parking lot. 
“Do not tell me they’re closed.” She muttered irately. Lilith walked up to the glass windows, her high heels clacking against the pavement. “Odd, you can’t even see in.” 
Hesitating for a moment, only a split second as she was a confident-decision maker, Lilith swung open the doors. Yes, store music was playing, and the lights were on. They had to be open.
Unhappily Lilith stepped inside, and browsed for a short while. Her mother had sent her on a quest for vases. A very, specific vase. She suddenly remembered, there was a map of all the sections (and overhead hanging signs, but a bit hard to see) back at the start of the building, right by the doors. 
She immediately turned on her heel and walked back from where she came. Only, she kept walking. And walking, and walking. 
“Eh?! I don’t remember walking this far out, and I certainly don’t remember the store being this large.” Lilith said, her voice rising momentarily. She stopped, took a deep breath, and continued on. 
Despite the eeriness, the cheery store music was still playing, which only made it even more eerie. She walked among row after row of furniture, never spotting the exit.
”Hmm, this is obviously a dream, or perhaps the waitress put drugs in my morning coffee? She will certainly get fired for that if she did.” Lilith said aloud. Some people, accept the reality of the situation, while others, try and be ‘practical’, trying to reason with themselves, when in actuality, they’re only feeding themselves lies.
Suddenly, with a loud noise, the lights turned out. It was pitch black, besides a few turned on lamps that lingered here and there among the furniture. Lilith was wrenched with pure fear, and a feeling that she should hide. 
She quickly dragged over a few pieces of light furniture, and dove under the biggest one, and from underneath dragged the other pieces to cover the biggest one. 
Lilith hardly ever showed fear. She was always a determined, and unfazed woman. This new fear-inducing environment was very stressful, and she was quite arrogant, denying her own emotions.
Ha? Afraid? No no, it’s just common sense, right? You’re in an odd place, obviously part of something shady, and the lights go out. Who knows what the people running the show will do to you, so best to hide, yes. She thought to herself. Off in the distance, Lilith heard running footsteps. They were odd footsteps, unlike any human she’d ever heard. She wanted to come up for an excuse for this, like maybe they had lost a leg or something, but this time, she just couldn’t. 
The creature, which she had decided wasn’t human, then loudly said, in an odd sounding voice, “The store is now closed. Please exit the building immediately.” 
Hearing that sent shivers down her spine. If it was a creature, how could it talk? Was she wrong? Was it a human after all, with an odd leg situation? The voice didn’t sound human-like however. Lilith then came to the conclusion, that they were maybe a staff member, hence the “store is now closed” situation. She was tempted to bolt out and run after the voice, and beg for help. But her fear, which she still denied, kept her tight in her hiding place.                                                                                                   
Category:Literature
Category:Fiction
Category:Sci-fi