Boring Days Strange Nights

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Work seems to be taking longer than ever since the news came out a couple days ago. Nobody seems to want to even be outside knowing that someone who could kill them is loose, but I don't really see whats so scary I mean the average person walks past a murderer at least 7 times in their lifetime. I watch the clock tick waiting until 8 when I can go home, the bell on the door jingles notifying me someone has walked in; I look away from the clock to greet whoever just walked in but when I looked nobody was standing their. I waited for another almost 2 10 minutes to see if the person comes out from anywhere, getting annoyed I made my way towards the door to lock it. I walked into the backroom to grab my stuff but was quickly taken back when none of my stuff was in the room; I quickly looked around the room, as I did Iheard the jingle of the bell at the entrance. I rushed to the front to see my stuff sitting next to the entrance door with a sticky note on it. I picked it up and read the note: I gave you my number babe text me soon Looking at the note I scoffed and crumbled it up tossing it into the trash bin, grabbing my stuff I turned out the lights, locked the doors and made my way out to the car. I put my car into reverse slowly backing out when I quickly hit the breaks Behind my car stood a hooded figure, the only thing visible was his mouth. He flashed me a familiar smile before turning and walking off.
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