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Chapter 12) Odd

// I wanna finish this story \\

After that same shift, Aimee decided to go with Mike to his house. It wasn't unusual. But, it wasn't normal either. After all, She would've been an idiot if she hadn't accepted.

But, then again she would be an idiot anyhow.

Vincent on the other hand, didn't seem to say bye, or anything. He just disappeared, (like Mike's social skills.)

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Aimee

I was just laying facedown on Mikes couch, exhausted. I had the day shift today, but I chose not to do it. I wasn't feeling too good. I was in a daze, caught daydreaming at times.

I just had the strangest feeling, like something taking over me. It felt like having butterflies in your stomach. But, it kept disappearing and coming back.

I tried blocking out any surrounding noises, although there had only been a few. Such as the whirring of the ceiling fan, and cars passing by.

Mike was gone for now, or was about to leave at the most. Wearing a red beanie, and jacket to go to the store; to buy food. Which both of us have been wanting.
After about 5 minutes of me, whining literally every second, Mike finally left. Although I could tell why he did so quick.

I rubbed my forehead, in pain. Attempting not to squint, my eyes were tired. I was mentally and physically tired.

Something took over me, It wasn't something I could exactly point out.
It bothered me, and I couldn't ignore it.

I couldn't get away from something that just sticks to me, for what feels like eternity.

I covered myself in a blanket, placing it over the top of my head. I knew that wasn't going to do much, but it was all that I could do. I hadn't had much going on.

The wind blew hard on my face. No windows were open, nothing at all really. That was something that creeped me out. The wind still blowed. I covered my face with the soft fleece, once again, letting it take over me.
I was invisible, or hidden away from the world, not wanting to be seen.
I uncovered it, once I felt that the drift of the wind was over.

Then, in front of me was strangest figure I'd ever seen. It was small though. It was a short young girl, with pigtails on both sides of her head. It appeared to me that she was a silhouette shape of some sort.

It could've been a hallucination for all I know.
"Hi, Aimee!" It said. "I've been wanting to talk to you for ages!" It continued, waving a hand at me. I couldn't breath properly after that.
"Umm..that's nice. Who a-are y-you?"

"Oh, Did Mike not tell you about me?" She responded.
I shook my head.
"Well, I'm Faith. Mikes bestest friend." I tilted my head to the side, confused as to why this was happening.

That was when I knew that it was only my imagination. It was probably a side effect of not having enough sleep, and enough to eat.

"In that case, you may not know much about m-"

"What--who are you exactly?"

"Have you heard of the accidents in the old Freddy's pizzeria?"

"Umm..yes. I don't really like talking about it much." I stated. As it opened its mouth to speak, I began-
"Wait. You're a victim?" My eyes widened, afraid as to what her response was going to be.