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The day had been long for Haley. Joanne had called out that morning, and her boss was on vacation. She tried to call a few people to see if they could come in, but no one had answered, so she did the job alone. It had been a busy day, keeping up with the food preparation and cashing customers out, and thankfully it was nearing an end.
The store would close in fifteen minutes, and she would be able to go home, shower and collapse into her favorite chair where she would enjoy some ice cream and watch her favorite shows. She could hardly wait, her feet were killing her.
Haley turned the lock on the door so she could handle the close-out of the register and bring the cash back into the office. She turned off the light for the sign and went to the register, completing her job, and pulled the drawer, which she brought to the manager’s office in the back.
“Hello, Haley. What are you doing?” A sharp voice said as she walked out of the office. She froze.
Not again. She thought.
“Yes, again. I’m back, and this time medication won’t make me go away.” She heard as a man stepped out from a shadow. The angular features of his face, while familiar, seemed more unhinged and maniacal than the last time she saw him.
“Go away! You’re not real!” She screamed at him, fumbling for the bottle of pills in her bag.
“I’m not going anywhere, and in celebration of my return, we are going to have some fun!” He said as he reached for her. She screamed as his cold hands touched her skin and the world went black.
When she regained consciousness she found herself standing outside the store, surrounded by police and fire trucks. The heat of the fire was intense and she took a step back, realizing in that moment that she was holding a gas can in one hand and a knife in the other.
“Drop the weapon, and put your hands up! This is your final warning!” She heard over the speaker of the cop car nearest her.
Both of her hands opened and she raised them as cops rushed forward, pushing her to the ground as they searched and cuffed her.
“Oh the things we will do!” She heard him chuckle as the police lifted her back to her feet. She looked toward the fire and he was standing just outside holding a marshmallow on a stick.
“You stupid son-of-a-bitch! Get out of my life!” She screamed toward the flames.