Okay, I know I get repetitive in these security guard posts, and if I don't get
fired from this job (fat chance, going by history), I'll have a heck of a
lot of these stories to share. So, there's a wedding going on (or soon
to be) on the third floor, and I happened to glance at the security
cameras pointed at the stairs right below . . . and darned if this
doesn't look like a melon-farming ghost.
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| The Dead Walk! |
No,
no, I'm aware it's just a wedding guest, and a perfectly harmless one
(despite her propensity for texting while driving and cruelly unscrewing the lids on salt shakers at restaurants) . . . but look at this photo again,
will ya? Does it not look like she's got a skull for a face? Or at
least two empty eye sockets instead of a pair of baby blues?
No?
Perfectly normal, perfectly innocent, and I'm a piece of crap for insinuating that your
sweet, ordinary drive-texter might be a creature of the night? I guess
we see what we want to see.
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