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A Report! From Inside The Walls of Mallmart

“Aunt Belle told me that the old broom closet in the back is haunted by a creature with long dark claws and a big, big smile!”  Jenna’s face was enthusiastic, as she often got when telling these stories. I looked between the two of them. Even at six years old, I found myself feeling rather skeptical. Monsters don’t exist. “It has sharp teeth, bigger than ours, and it melts into the shadows like its body is missing. It likes to steal away the souls of kids who don’t say prayers with the rest of the adults in church.” Axton adds on. Now I knew they were just messing with me. “Does not!”

“Does too!” 

“Why don’t we find out? It’s right outside in the hall. We can go in together, and if the monster doesn’t show itself, we’ll know it was a lie.” Axton and I stop bickering to see Jenna was already several paces down the pews, making her way out of the room. ‘Don’t do it,’ I thought, as I watched my younger self follow after her, eager. Fiddling with warm, plump fingers that still had life in them, gnawing on my bottom lip because I still had a naivety, a childish tendency towards believing in these wild tales, if they were told with enough conviction. 

I wake up to a crack of thunder. Today, is the story of a Mallmart Associate.

"And now, Jordan B. Peterson's he who wrestles with god tour!" The radio chimes, as my father drives down the road in tunnel vision. I sit there, teeth clamped tightly shut as his religious playlist continues on in the background. "Your cat is going to die, Ciara. You're just sitting there emotionless like a psychopath. Did I raise a psychopath? Okay, nice talk." He ended his monologue sarcastically, but there was no pause. No time for him to take a breath in between and no chance for me to get a word in edgewise. The storm in Okaloosa County continued, and it left destruction in its wake. "Bah, forget this!" He clicks the next video. "Indigo children are more important than ever now that-" 

"Well, I'm going to leave now."  I considered tucking and rolling as soon as I saw the Mallmart sign. My father, who has never been touchy and feely, suddenly clamps his hand down on my shoulder, wiping his hand off on my back. "Get out then," He says, meanwhile some juvenile part of my brain screams, 'Get his germs off of me!' I clawed at the spot he touched as I made my way to those sliding doors, grimacing. This day seems much longer than usual. Shouldn't I have been working by now? My skin still itches even after itching at it in a rather dramatic fashion, and the lights overhead flicker ominously throughout the store. 

The store, despite its stormy ambiance, was bustling with life inside. Everyone seemed in high spirits today. I wondered if today was going to be nice or even normal, as I made my way towards the backrooms. Immediately, I was greeted with a palette of team lift stock. "Ms.Shoggoth, since we are understaffed today we took the liberty of setting aside all the team lift products for you to put out in advance. Your deadline is by lunch at 11 o'clock," A crack of thunder punctured this, and I stared into the cold dead eyes of management. 

Well, fuck.

Workplace Injuries with Madame Macabre

When joining our happy family, you may wonder what body parts you may be sacrificing in order to work at Mallmart. In our stocking team, you will be expected to dodge moving shelves, work at a quick pace, think on the fly, work dangerous machinery, inhaling chemical fumes, and potentially lift heavy stockloads. This can lead to back injuries, ulcers, vomiting, arthritis, carpal tunnel, muscle spasms, superficial surface injuries such as cuts and bruises, blackened veins, chipped teeth, concussions, darkened veins, loss of consciousness, stress incontinence, or internal bleeding.

In case you were wondering, reader- I am checking off a lot of these listed like a bucket list already. Every time I lift, I think about what will happen when I finally get my degree and leave this place. Everytime, it leaves my future feeling a little more bleak. "I brought my guitar in today even though it's raining-" I overheard Aiden say, and I found myself wondering why he would bring a guitar to a retail store when not only is there no time to play it since we are so busy… also, where did he store it? There was no way a whole guitar was fitting in the small locker spaces that were outside the breakroom? Did he just lay out the guitar in the break room? That was playing a dangerous game, but even as I thought about it, the day was moving as slow as possible. But it didn't matter because soon, it was lunch.

"Taylor, you seem in a good mood today~" 

"I know! I have some good news… I have a boyfriend now," I stare at her smiling face. She was absolutely glowing.

".....wut?"

"He's from Norway, he works in aqua medicine, and at the end of this summer, I'm going to be moving in with him!"

"In Norway…?"

"Yeah!"

"Taylor, that's…" I swallowed tightly, "That's so wonderful, when are you set to go?" I asked, smiling sweetly- or at least I hope that's how it was taken. "I am leaving on August 2nd, and honestly I can't wait to get out of this hell hole. The farther I can get away from Niceville, the better,"

"You're going on a whole adventure to be with your soulmate? Lucky! This sounds just like 'Love in the Villa' or something," I swooned. Taylor deserved a knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet after what she had to endure at this store, and I was happy for her. Very happy. 

"Hey you two, shush I'm going to play you something-" 

"Aiden Gossman, did you put your guitar in a supply cabinet?" Aiden froze, mid taking his guitar out of the cabinet that stored our emergency cleaning equipment and first aid kits. "Maybe…? Anyways, you'll understand why in a second, Ciara!" And then, he played the guitar. It was Wonderwall, by Oasis, and though the storm was tearing holes through the very heavens, for a second it was calm in Mallmart. Although we had our differences, although the anomalies of Mallmart seemed insurmountable at times, we would somehow be okay.

"Play another one!" Someone cheers as we clap. At this, Aiden goes red in the face. "Uh, I only know how to play Wonderwall, guys…" The rumble of the dark skies above us brought us back to reality in an instant. "So," I stretch in my seat, gazing over Aiden and Taylor. "When the storm comes to kill us all-"

"What is up with you and the idea of us being killed by this storm dude!" Aiden cut me off, as Taylor giggled in the background. "Well, honestly I am kind of hoping that the storm will get me before I get a hernia at this job…" 

"That would be so cool-"

"Aiden, do you think before you speak?"

"No no, hear me out Ciara! What you do is you do your stretches before shift so that when you get a hernia- because it will happen- you'll get paid leave and Mallmart will have to cover your medical bills, and when you come back… you do it again. It's brilliant!"

"... You're a monster…" At this point, Taylor was dying of laughter. "Well no storm is getting me! I've been around the block, I survived Katrina." I stared at him, gobsmacked. "Taking a walk in your suburban neighborhood doesn't count as being around the block, Gossman!" Now both of them were laughing… great. "All I'm saying is, we got a whole lot of storms coming. I'm not going to get taken out by one in literally May." 

"But if the storm does get bad enough that we're locked in the store-"

We went around in circles like this for the rest of lunch break. It wasn't until the end of my shift, that I saw I had a missed call from Jenna from 2 o'clock that afternoon. Jenna knew that I worked during that time, so it must be important. Luckily, when I called back, Jenna immediately answered. "Ciara, I don't know if I can keep this baby," It was clear in her voice that she had been crying. Her voice was raw and strained, like an animal had dug its claws into her. "And- and…. It's already been so long, and can I even get an abortion at this stage? I don't even know if I can handle that, doing it alone," I swallowed down the anger I felt, that our family was turning their back on her when she needed support more than ever. "Just say the word and I'll find a way to go up north. You are not going to be alone for this, I swear it."

"No! No you already sent so much money, I can't ask that of you. I can't make you." But she wasn't- making me, I mean. I knew what I was offering when I had asked. If you were in my position, would you not do the same? Is carrying the whole world on your back not enough, Jenna? These words are left unsaid, but they're somehow still exchanged through the silence all the same. "I don't know… I want to sleep on it, I think."

"Of course, take all the time you need." Through the emotional fatigue, she asks something that takes me off guard. "Do you remember the night you passed out in the church's broom closet, Ciara?"

A bit cautiously, I responded, "Yeah. Yeah, I remember Jenna."

"Do you ever feel like… Like that day cursed us, or something? Like it left our very souls stained?" 

"Where is this coming from? Why are you asking me stuff like this?" At the hackles raising in my voice, Jenna just lets out a dejected sigh, as if all the oxygen is being sucked from her lips. "I'm sorry I brought it up. Forget it…"  

TEEN HORSE GIRL MOVIE WHERE THE HORSE DIES AN HOUR IN AND THE SECOND HALF IS THE GIRL LEARNING OCCULT SCIENCE TO REANIMATE IT SO SHE CAN WIN THE BIG DERBY

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