The walk was quiet, eerily so. No one jumped out of a brush and mugged him, no one 'accidentally' ran him over in the dark of the night, nor did he get lost on the starless road.

Nope, he got back to the store safe and sound and little cold.

A few hours from now he'd be wishing one of those things happened to him.

He reached the automatic doors and they smoothly let him in. His face cold but warm, his breath short, but harsh and his hair winded yet still looking strangely attractive in that classic James Potter style.

The man behind the counter was the same one as before and Matt seem to let loose a breath he was holding. Maybe he wasn't losing his mind.
But still couldn't help but think of the boy with playboy he had first seen.

"Back so soon? Chips here that good?"

"There was insects in everything." Matt found himself expecting something more dangerous then this conversation.

No, don't think about that. Dangerous thoughts lead to dangerous actions.

"Really? Oh well I'll give you a refund if thats what you'll like." The man, Matt now recalled seeing his name as Carter, but wait, wasn't that the same name tag as the boy before him? Damn he couldn't remember.

His brain was beeping, trying to warn him that things weren't as they appeared. He couldn't listen, he couldn't hear, his head felt swollen and filled with flames.

"No, no thanks, my car broke down a mile from here actually."

Carter didn't look surprised.

Warning bells kept ringing and he kept trying to block them out. The noise was too loud.

"Ca-can you help me?" His vision suddenly became darker, it was harder to see. Was he drugged? So painfully so? He was sleepy, maybe it was time to shut his eyes.
While he was walking it didn't seem so bad. But now, as he stood still and in place, he knew something was very wrong with his body, his mind...his soul.

"Of course, if you could wait in the bathroom. I'll ring up somebody to torment you."

Wait.

what!?

Torment ? Tormentors?.. Terminator?

I'll be back
With a gun in the sack
I'll be back with a gun for you Megan Sue.

Matthew suddenly felt like laughing. Then he remembered he left his gun back in the car. A smile died on his lips as the ringing in his ears got louder. Why did he ask him to wait in the bathroom?

"Did you hear what i say?" Carter seem irritated, well good for him, join the club. "I asked if there anyone you'd like to call."

That wasn't what he said, was it?
It was like-like he was watching YouTube but it kept getting stuck with thats same taunting circle going round and round.

He was YouTube.

"I-I.."

Everything so...

"Look man, you alright? Coming down from a high or something?"

Suddenly he was lending against the gumball machine, his body was air and his mind earth but his heart was fire and his soul was ice cold.

Thats when the ghost walked in.

The old man Matt had barely glanced at on his drive stepped into the store with a pale stone face and marble green eyes. He was dressed in thick clothes and smelt like smoke. The last thing he would remember from this moment, was the man's crooked hooked smile that seemed to say, everything had gone right.

Everything so wrong.

Suddenly the world was sideways and he hit the hard floor with blank mind.

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It seems like these chapters keep getting crappier and worse but i guess that because I'm still trying to work out this storyline.

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