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Closing time is such a bore.
I hate staying late, cleaning up the mall's liquor store.
Somebody has to do it, I chant inside my head.
Man, I really miss my bed,
Better finish my chores,
Otherwise, I'll be stuck here all night.
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As I stocked the shelves, something felt off.
There was a sudden gust of air, followed by a cough.
"Who's there?" I shout
Silence. I scoff.
Ridiculous teens, playing a stupid prank.
Suddenly, the air turned rank.
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Foul and rotten it was,
I stopped stocking because,
Somebody was with me!
"Who's there?" I roar, swinging around a broom.
A box flew across the room!
What the hell did I just see?
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About the Creator
Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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