Bull & Bear Boulevard Brokerage - 35 x 35

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Bull & Bear Boulevard Brokerage – 35 x 35

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“Stock market investing: First you get bitten by what you don’t know, then you are eaten alive by what you do know.”

― Garry Fitchett

The old stock brokerage firm on Bull & Bear Boulevard stood like a testament to forgotten wealth, its marble facade streaked with decades of city grime. As a junior analyst, I was assigned the night shift, reviewing trading algorithms in the empty building. At least, I thought it was empty.

The trading floor was a cavern of silent terminals, their screens casting a sickly green glow across abandoned desks. During the day, it buzzed with activity, but at night, the only sound was the hollow tick of the ancient wall clock, marking time like a metronome of decay.

I first noticed the anomaly in the trading data at 3:13 AM. A stock that didn’t exist was being traded in massive volumes. The ticker symbol was just static, but the price kept climbing, doubling every thirteen seconds. The transaction origins were all from terminal #13 – a desktop that hadn’t worked since the crash of ’87.

That’s when I heard the keyboards. Hundreds of them, clicking in perfect synchronization. Every dead terminal had come alive, displaying numbers that scrolled too fast to read. In their reflection, I saw them – traders in suits from different eras, their forms transparent, fingers flying across keys as they called out orders in voices that echoed from both past and future.

The spectral traders ignored me, their hollow eyes fixed on screens showing impossible profits. Some wore clothes from the 1929 crash, others from 2008, all of them working with desperate intensity. Above them, the modern digital ticker board had transformed into an ancient mechanical one, displaying prices in blood-red numerals that defied mathematical logic.

A figure at terminal #13 turned to me. His face was a blur of stock quotes, his suit made of shifting graph patterns. “Care to invest?” he asked, his voice crackling like a faulty trading hotline. “The returns are eternal, though you might find the exit fees… substantial.”

He held out a contract written in numbers that moved across the page like living things. Each signature line bore a name I recognized – legendary traders who had mysteriously vanished over the decades. Some had last been seen in this very building, working late nights just like me.

The phantom traders began chanting market calls, their voices rising to a fevered pitch. The terminal screens melted into waterfalls of infinite digits. The figure at #13 stretched out his hand, now morphed into a stock ticker tape, unspooling endlessly.

“Join our trading floor,” he whispered. “We’ve been short on souls since the last market crash.”

I ran. Behind me, the traders’ voices merged into the sound of plummeting stocks, of fortunes evaporating, of lives ending in financial ruin. The exit sign flickered between “SELL” and “ESCAPE,” but the doors seemed to move further away with each step.

I made it out, but I still have nightmares about that night. About the eternal trading floor where spectral brokers buy and sell pieces of human souls. About terminal #13, which waits for fresh investors.

They’ve assigned a new junior analyst to the night shift. I tried to warn them, but who believes stories about haunted trading floors?

Just remember, if you’re ever in the financial district after midnight, stay away from Bull & Bear Boulevard. Some markets never close, and some trades cost more than money.

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