I rush to call the cops and tell them what happened. They go to trace the call but say they're unable to due it being an unknown number. I sigh, grumble a petty thank you and hang up. Thanks for nothing, I guess. I look up at my TV and a sickened look creeps upon my face. I snatch up the remote and change the channel to Spongebob.
"Love this show!" I exclaimed.
God, I need to grow up. Hopefully, it will take my mind off of the mall incident. Still feeling slightly jittered about the phone call though, I go through my apartment and make sure all the windows are shut and locked.
After feeling content I slowly sit back down to finish my episode, unaware of the fact that I'm slowly drifting off to sleep.
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I wake up the next morning and realize my alarm didn't go off. I groggily pick up my phone and see the time along with six missed calls from my manager. Oops! I listen to the voicemails he had left me and it consists of him apologizing to me for calling so much.
I click speaker phone and pick up my dishes then plop them in the sink. Nathaniel tells me that the mall is shut down for awhile due to the unsolved murder. I end the voicemail and walk down the hall with a long sigh.
Guess this the perfect time to run some errands.
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As I enter the supermarket the rain had ceased to a light drizzle. I pull out my list of necessities and begin to go over it: Milk, Eggs, Bread, Butter, etc. I decide to get the unedibles first. I walk over to the toothpaste aisle.
When I finish picking up some I head for the milk. I grab it and toss it into the basket while an old woman near me sneers at my food choices.
I roll my eyes and collect everything else I need. I walk to check out and start to empty my basket. The cashier tells me I owe the crisp amount of $40. 54. I reach into my pocket for my wallet and the first word that comes out of my mouth is "Shit."
I look up to meet the cashiers' eyes. She raises her eyebrows in annoyance. I begin to scramble for the right words to say as a man walks up and hands me my wallet. I gingerly reach out and take it with a weary look in my eyes.
"You dropped it." He says with a small smirk spreading across his face.
Hey. Wait a second. I know that face. I think to myself as I hand the cashier my credit card. She swipes it and gives it back. I begin to collect my things, give the man a small awkward smile and turn to leave.
"Bye-bye, now Salem." He said.
How does he know my name?! The fuck is going on with the people in this town! I hurry to my car, throw my stuff in the back and speed home.
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After going inside I walk into my kitchen and begin to put everything away. As I begin to put the eggs up. It dawns on me.
"The man from the supermarket is the creeper from the party." I say as I miss the shelf causing my egg carton to clatter to the floor.
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The Wicked Ones
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