Heather Watkins

You are bored out your mind, sitting in the costume shop you work at as you drink from the cup of juice you had gotten from the food court a few hours ago when it was still open.

Shadyside mall seemed eerily quiet, despite how there was roughly still 10 workers there to close up. Everything was quiet until you got a call on the phone. "Hello,this is Exotic Ideas, we are closed." You say, with annoyance. "Hello, Exotic Ideas worker Michelle." A voice came over. It was Heather, the girl who worked at B. Daltons who you were sorta friends with. "Since when do you work late?" You ask. "Ever since my mom spent the last of our money on lotto tickets instead of the gas bill." Heather answers.

"Oh."You say, before the line suddenly goes dead. "Heather? Hello? Hellooo?" You call into the phone, befor deciding its no use and putting the phone down and wandering out into the mall. "Heather?" You call out when suddenly someone grabs you from behind. You let out a scream

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