I Open a Convenience Hotline in a Strange World

The world is twisted. The person in the mirror will slow down, the elevator will stop at a non-existent floor at midnight, and there will occasionally be something standing at the end of the corridor staring at you and smiling. My job is to handle these things - I am an operator at the Abnormal Incident Processing Center, job number 037. Citizens call the hotline, and I teach them how to survive. Until that day, my own voice came over the phone: "037, have you forgotten that you died three years ago?"