Molly let her eyes open to take in the darkness that filled the janitor closet 2-B. The twenty-one-year old stood up and tried to maneuver around the various cleaning supplies as she stretched her muscles. Her bones gave a satisfying ‘crack’ telling the woman that further exercise was not required.
A yawn escaped her grasp as she checked herself over through her camera phone. God, did she look terrible. Many considered Molly to be a kind and cheerful person and she liked to support that notion with her smile; however, fatigue tended to settle in and force her eyelids to drop and brows knot, leading some to suspect her to cause misconduct. Her light-brown hair clung to her top like fur which was accentuated by her height and muscles. The word “Sasquatch” was used freely in the workplace. The rest of her clothes were tattered and sagging from the hard labor she already put in today. She felt exhausted already and the day was only half-done. Molly looked at her phone to check the time.
12:42 Pm October 31st
Oh yeah. Tonight’s Halloween.
The good thing about Halloween: management was obsessed with the holiday and found no “viable” means to stay open till the usual hour when everyone could be preparing to go out trick-or-treating. This allowed Molly to spend time with her friends, receive free candy, and get a couple more hours of sleep for the following day. The bad thing about Halloween: management still worked their employees like dogs until hours before the festivities. This prevented the twenty-one-year old from finding a good costume, or any costume for that matter, as well as the doctor-recommend amount of sleep that a young woman should have. This behavior was par for the course. Overtime was included, but the work the employees had to do was insane and slacking off was not tolerated which was rather comical since the brunette started using room 2-B for that very purpose back in July. Most people quit after two months from the stress. The one who stayed either were psychotic or, like Molly, had nothing better to do.
I should go back to college.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Three more knocks-the signal for second warning. Molly found it best to vacate the janitor closet for the time being. The woman grabbed hold of the door knob as she thought back to her dilemma for the evening. No costume meant no trick-or-treating, no free candy and no spending time with her friends tonight of all nights. She shrugged to herself and spoke aloud, “Eh..... I could just rip something off here.”
Confidence filling her system, Molly opened the door and welcomed the terror that was...
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