"Rose...w-wh-what a-are y-you?" I took a step back.
The girl I have been stalking for the last two weeks was nothing what I imagined to be.
The skin from her face flapped from its place like a potato being peeled. She quickly placed it back in its place and stared at me with her flashing red lights she has for eyes.
"You men are the blame to this," Her voice was normal.
I wanted to show her how wrong she was, embrace her in my arms, tell her everything will be okay...
But I slipped on a mustard packet, making my vision go dark.
Why does this must happen to me?
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Short Story#1 in mysteryguy 1/19/19 "Welcome to McDonald, how may I take your order?" Rose nonchalantly spoke. "Well...." "Sir?" She turned to the window and right in his car, smirked a very handsome face. She hates working at McDonald. like really hates it. S...
