"Will that be all for you today?" Asked the cashier. He was a man, probably in his mid-60's, wearing a maroon shirt, overalls and construction boots. No name tag, no uniform, nothing. Something didn't seem right about him.
"Yes sir, thank you" I replied. I'm pretty sure he was the owner because I didn't see another person in sight.
"Ya'll new around here?" He asked like he actually wanted to know.
"Yeah, my daughter and I just moved her. We just bought a house just a little down Willow Creek. And the house was big a cheap. Great deal huh?" I said trying to make it seem like I was actually comfortable but I really wasn't. I just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
For some reason he stopped everything at what he was doing and slowly looked up at me. He looked directly in my eyes deep into my soul, and started yelling. "YOU HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT AWAY. YOU CANT STAY HERE!" I was freaking out, I had no idea what to do. He Dropped my change on the table and started to pray. I didn't understand what he was saying by I know he was praying because he dropped to his knees like God was right before him. Right as I was about to leave he tried to grab my arm but he missed my the hairs on my skin.
