No Rest for the Wicked

5

~Two Weeks Later~

You'd think that learning to live with literal ghosts would be hard to get used to. Really, once you accepted their presence and let them just do their own thing, it wasn't that bad. Almost like having an unproblematic couple of roommates.

I mean, they didn't pay rent, but they also didn't eat or run up my water or electricity bills. So, those things cancel out, really. Besides, what money would they have?

It was also nice to have someone to talk to that didn't automatically think I was crazy or weird. The guy who wired up the front gate last Tuesday didn't even bother to talk to me all that much. It was also new to have a rapt audience who seemed interested in anything I had to say. To be fair, neither of them knew that much about modern life and seemed utterly fascinated by it.

At around 5 AM this morning, I dragged my ass out of bed to get ready for my first day at work. I had to clock it at about 8 in the morning, but I had to get ready and make the two hour drive. The only thing I regret about the house is the drive. Everything else kind of makes up for it, so I wasn't gonna complain too much.

At about a quarter till 6, I tugged on my coat and grabbed my things.

"Okay, you two. If anyone knocks or asks for me at the door, just ignore it. If someone buzzes in from the gate, just ignore it. If the phone rings, just ignore it. No matter how much you may want to do something, you can't. No one can know you're here. They may assume it, but don't confirm those suspicions, else it's gonna reflect badly on me. Got it?" I explained.

"Completely understood." Thomas said with a short nod.

"Great. I'll be home around... 7 if the drive back is smooth. If I'm late, just assume either traffic is bad or my boss asked me to stay for a little longer. However, if I don't come back in the next 24 hours, just assume I've been kidnapped or I'm dead in a ditch somewhere."

"You have a weird sense of humor considering you're talking with two dead people."

"I know. Just one of the many facets of my personality." I said cheerfully as I shut the door behind me.

***

"Are you the new clerk?" A woman at the pharmacy desk asked me.

"That'd be me." I said, holding out my hand for a handshake.

"Oh, fantastic. You must be Kira. I'm Evelyn, but you can just call me Eve." The woman replied, accepting my handshake. "You can just come on back here through that door and I'll get you started."

Eve pointed to the door to the left of the counter with 'Authorized Personnel Only' written in bold on the front. I walked in and found myself in between rows of prescriptions and other instruments.

"Elizabeth should be here soon. She works the drive up while you and I manage the counters." Eve told me.

"Okay, great." I said, hanging up my coat and shoving my crossbody bag into the employee closet off to the side.

Barely two minutes later, a new woman burst into the area, plowing through the door and wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead.

"Sorry, Eve. I would have been here sooner, but some twat ran the light and crashed into the pole. I had to take an alternate route." The woman, who I assumed was Elizabeth, said breathlessly.

"You're alright. Anyways, we have our new counter worker today." Eve said, gesturing me forward.

"Oh, sorry, that was probably a burst. I'm Elizabeth, but you can just call me Lizzie." Elizabeth said, shaking my hand a few times, shaking out one of her shoes while a few pebbles fell out.