The Wicked Ones

The Accident

"Oh, God. What have I done?"

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Soon after walking through the gate I step into a big mess of what looks to be a concoction of a strawberry and orange smoothie. I try to pull my foot up but instead I trip because I'm standing on the shoelaces of my left foot. I fly forward and let out a high pitched shriek that sounds like a literal banshee being brutally bludgeoned to death.

I try to catch myself on the counter but instead land in another sticky situation. My hand slips and I fall, yet again. Hard. My head smacks against the cold ground. Next thing I know I'm sitting down in the back room while angry customers are screaming at the counter and a swarm of a crowd mixed with paramedics and employees are around me. Topped with a scared shitless Nathaniel.

I give him a strong smile and see a look of relief flash through his eyes. After many questions and many examinations from the paramedics they slowly leave. One of them even hit on me... No thanks! Nathaniel runs over to me and starts blurting out a mixture of questions and apologies. After somewhat convincing him I'm alright he tries to send me home, but no! That's not the Salem way. I'm staying.

After continuously telling him that, he forces me to sit in the back room and checkout inventory and put things in order. Boring! Maybe it would've been better if I had just gone home. Too late now.

After 7 hours of that, the day finally ends. I begin to clean and lock up. As I leave I run into Dylan. Like I literally run into him. It hurts. I'm a walking accident, what can I say? It's not fun. He murmurs an apology without looking up from his phone and leaves. Wow, I think.

My first encounter with him and he doesn't even bother to look at me. Okay. I exit the court and begin to walk down the unmoving escalator and give Sean a goodbye wave.

He looks slightly deadish. I tap on his shoulder and he pops up with a silent chuckle. I jump back with a gasp and quickly cover it up with a small chuckle. He waves goodbye as I walk out into the now vacant lot. I wander around the lot until I find my car. I get into and drive home.

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I walk inside and throw myself into bed and immediately fall asleep. I wake up a couple of hours later from a way too familiar stomach grumble. I sigh and get out of bed to exit my room.

I walk into the kitchen and make myself some food. After making a bowl of Apple Jacks I walk into the living room, dragging my feet the entire way. With a groan, I turn the TV on. The news comes on "Blah." I state with a mouthful of cereal I go to flip through the channels but something catches my attention. The mall? What in the world? They're closed.

I turn the volume up and the monotonous voice of Wendy Stevens comes in. She begins to talk about the mall and how a former employee was brutally murdered. "What?!" I gasp. My minds wandering around. Who died? Who is the murderer? How? Why?

"Authorities have chosen to withhold the identity of the deceased." She said. My phone rings out with an unknown number. I skeptically pick it up and click answer. " He's dead, you're next." The voice states bluntly then quickly hangs up.

Uh no, fuck that. I feel like I'm in an episode of Scream. I think I've been through enough today. Pretty sure I could've survived without a random death threat. Well, one thing's for sure. I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight!