SHEOL

19

"October, I'm going to ask you to touch the Killer's tongue again." The Healer said as he shifted the truck into park. "We need to take all necessary precautions."

I glared at The Window Killer. "Do I have to? His tongue is cold and dead and frankly, I'm not very fond of it."

The Window Killer smiled. "Oh, you don't have to touch it. Allow me to assist you." He came close to my face, close enough to kiss me. Before I knew it, a giant glob of saliva coated my cheek.

"He spit in my face!" I screamed disgustedly as I wiped the barbecue flavored juice from my skin. I reached over and slapped him.

The Window Killer merely laughed. "I helped you; you should be thanking me."

The Healer rolled his eyes and emerged from the truck. "Come on now, pick out some snacks and be quiet. Though they can't see you, every move that you make can be heard."

The Window Killer and I exited the vehicle and waited next to the truck for The Healer to pump gas.

"So..." The Window Killer said interested. "This is a gas station."

"Yeah." I answered. "It's where people fuel up their cars. Cars need gas to work."

He nodded and pointed at the convenience store across from the pumps. "And is that a market?"

I shrugged. "Something like that. People not only buy food, but also pay for their gas there."

The Healer finished pumping and gestured for us to follow him inside. We walked across the lot, The Healer opening the door for us and leading us inside.

"Hello sir." The attendant said as he polished the outside of the plastic container that housed the scratch off tickets.

The Healer nodded as he stuck his hands into his overall pockets.

The Window Killer and I wandered through the closely lined aisles of junk food and soft drinks. He marveled at anything and everything, choosing all of the items that he found strange and wonderful such as Mountain Dew, chocolate bars, Skittles, and of course: barbecue chips. I settled for some pretzels and a bottle of green tea.

I carefully signaled the Healer over to us so that he could grab our items and pay instead of us walking to him, having the attendant believe that ghosts were invading and invisibly stealing the food.

"Healer!" The Window Killer exclaimed, calling out as though he were a child. I slapped him and told him to hush, but he merely laughed.

"He can't hear my  voice." He smiled. "I can be as obnoxious as I please."

The Healer walked over to our general direction, not responding. The Window Killer ran to him, abruptly tripping over a "Wet Floor" sign in the middle of the aisle. He tried to catch himself on the end cap that held potato chips, but utterly failed and brought the snacks down with him.

The attendant, who had been watching the entire time, shrieked. "What was that!? Those chips... They just fell by themselves!"

The Healer put his hand over his face and uttered obscenities under his tongue. The attendant ran over to the scene.

The Window Killer moaned as he tried to get up. The attendant came very close to him.

"Don't come any closer!" The Healer hollered as the attendant stepped on The Window Killer's hand. The Window Killer yelled and snatched it out from under the attendant's foot.

"I just stepped on something!" He screamed. "But there's nothing on the ground!"

The Healer shot us both an agitated glare. He picked up the food that we chose, handed the attendant a fifty, and trudged out the door. It closed before we could exit, so I hauled The Window Killer up and opened it, causing another frightened scream from the poor man.