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vii. CREEPY GRANDFATHERS

CHAPTER SEVEN
CREEPY GRANDFATHERS

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Violet and Stiles sat in the auto body shop the next afternoon awaiting mechanic to get finished on the Jeep so that the pair could leave as soon as possible. As Stiles walked outside of the office to tell off the mechanic to be careful with his car, Violet looked around as she waited for her best friend and found a jar of cookies that caught her eye.

She stood up and wiped her hands on the back of her leggings and reached over to the sketchy cookie jar on the counter. Upon touching the lid, Violet felt a clear goo on her hand that made her recoil and pull her hand away quickly, thus causing the cookie jar to topple and hit the ground with a shatter on the carpet. Stiles turned back as soon as he heard the sound of Violet being in possible peril.

The girl noticed Stiles peering at her through the window that looked into the office. She waved him off, but Stiles was on his way back anyway. When he shut the door behind him, Stiles hissed in annoyance, "that's nice. Real sanitary! Quality establishment you're running here!" he scolded no one in particular as he shook a mystery substance off his hand. Stiles turned and saw an old photo of the mechanic dressed in a lacrosse uniform and scoffed before looking over to Violet to see her staring down at her hand; it was shaking.

"I can't move my hand. I can't feel it." Violet trembled, meeting Stiles' gaze as he walked over to her. As he went to go check out Violet's hand, Stiles began to lose feeling in his hand as well, and the numbness spread up to his arms, and eventually his entire body. Once Stiles noticed that his body was almost completely numb, his knees began to buckle.

Stiles looked over to Violet and noticed that she was already on the floor as he was tumbling down, yelping at the mechanic through the closed door to watch out for something, Violet screamed out Stiles' name in fear due to her obliviousness towards the situation, begging for Stiles to tell her what had happened. After Stiles finally hit the ground, he strained to reach for his phone that had clattered onto the ground, and used all of his energy to dial 9-1-1, "Vi, I'm getting help." he said as the receiver clicked and the voice of a woman sounded out of Stiles' phone.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

Stiles took a long pause that confused Violet. She inched forward as much as she could and turned her head to face the glass door. Despite not being able to move, Stiles shuddered as something hissed at him behind the closed door, Violet took one look at the reptilian creature that crouched on the other side of the glass and used all the willpower she had not to scream. But in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"Hello?" the operator called out.

"Help!" Violet called out before the usual string of questions from the 9-1-1 operator were asked, and the message being delivered that the police were on their way.