With her security gig gone, it was back to cleaning. God damn it, she thought moving her schedule would get her out of it…Sigh. Well, it was time to learn just what floor she got this time. Hopefully not 22 again…
No. Worse.
13.
Fantasia felt a prickle of goosebumps up her back as she made her way to the floor. Maybe it was silly to be superstitious at a time like this, but when the dead could walk and kill, maybe it wasn’t so far fetched. Did anyone even live on the 13th floor…? Gulp. She clutched her box of wipes close and tried not to think too much about it.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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