V-Ink Stories
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[Disney Reddit] We’ve Been Told to Stop Acknowledging the Children in the Hallways
Posted by u/BehindTheCastleWalls — r/NoSleep I work night security at one of the resorts near Disney World. I won’t say which one, because I’d like to keep my job, but it’s one of the ones you’d recognize — themed, cheerful, always spotless, with music playing even at 2 a.m.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Concession Stand Calls
Concession worker here… someone keeps calling our counter phone, and he hasn’t been alive for a long time. Hey everyone. I work at a pretty small, old theater — the kind with squeaky seats, weird carpet patterns from the 90s, and a concession stand that gets renovated about once every thirty years. I usually open on weekday mornings when it’s dead slow and feels like a tomb with a popcorn machine in it.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Never-Ending Reel
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Locked Auditorium
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Nutcracker's Curse
Emma Ross had always loved antique shopping, drawn to the allure of forgotten stories hidden within old trinkets. So when she stumbled upon the estate sale of the late Dr. Caldwell, a reclusive collector, she couldn’t resist. Among the dusty furniture and faded heirlooms, a peculiar nutcracker caught her eye.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Kids’ Matinee That Never Happened
Projectionist here… something was sitting in Theater 6 this morning, and it wasn’t any of our customers. Hey everyone. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I’ve worked at my local movie theater for about six years—mostly as a projectionist, which means I’m usually the first person in the building, alone, dealing with old equipment that likes to break at the most inconvenient possible moments.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Final Showing
My manager found an unlabeled film reel in the basement… and the movie showed our theater burning down. Hey everyone. This isn’t my story exactly — it’s my manager’s — but I was there for the aftermath, and it messed me up enough that I need to write it out.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Back Row of Theater 6 Is Never Empty
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Film That Never Ends
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Carols of the Damned
The Saint Cecilia Choir had seen better days. Once the pride of the town, their performances now drew only a handful of listeners. The director, Margaret Hensley, a once-renowned soprano, refused to let the choir fade into obscurity. “We just need something special,” she insisted. “Something that will remind people why they loved us.”
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
