5ive here! I just remembered I forgot to add this in when I uploaded this...
Anyway! Look what's back! And yes, kinda lame title... but it makes it sound like a sequel and I didn't have any good ideas (other than Recycled... but idk I rolled with this one herp a derp) SO it's back! With new characters and old! And a little bit of a surprise~ idk when it'll be introduced, but I think you'll like it ^^
Hope this ends up being something worth reading and I hope you all enjoy it!
Don't forget to criticize me on any mistakes! I CAN TAKE IT! Love you all~!
The building wasn't open yet, not for a few days at least. For now management was getting things set up: costumes made, backgrounds painted, and finishing touches on scripts.
I'm sure you've all heard the stories about that pizzeria? Freddy's? Yeah, this is the place. The company I work for recently bought the abandoned building. No we weren't planning on reopening it like it had once been but instead wanted to use the building as an attraction. A sort of museum as a tribute to the kids who died here.
Personally I thought it was a little too morbid of an idea, but then… they had just been kids. Maybe sharing the story could help them pass on. Rumors had been going around about how the kids' spirits still haunted this building. With us sprucing up the place I'm sure we were bound to find out if that's true or not.
Actually there is something about today that had drawn me to the pizzeria. The old security guard that worked here agreed to help out and even work here. Mike would be there today showing them around and helping to block off any rooms that were considered dangerous – not to mention he knows the full story of the deaths of those kids. I was excited to meet him and hear the full story.
Pulling into the parking lot I found myself staring at the building, unable to move from a deep fear of the place. It wasn't the building that scared me, but the things that went on inside. Five kids dying in such horrible ways and no one ever finding their bodies as well as the recent death of the store manager, Scott, and the disappearance of another worker soon after.
Taking a deep breath, I got out of my car and locked the doors. Other cars sat around me – workers cars – so at least I knew I wasn't alone.
"Lindsey!" a male voice called out followed quickly by a weight on my shoulder. "Came to see the horror movie man, too?"
I nodded, linking my arm over my friend's shoulder. "Of course! I want to hear about what happened. You come for the ancient pizza?"
He laughed loud, getting off of me. "You dick. I want to hear the gore story!"
"Be more respectful, Zack. Those kids might still be in the building."
"…I can't tell if you're serious or not."
"I'm serious, dipshit. Dying like that can make a spirit pretty angry. Be nice." I nudged him as I passed. "Or I might have to tell them to kill you first."
"Hey!" He ran after me through the open front doors, past the front desk and out into the dining area. "Wow… This place is just like I remember."
"You went here when you were younger?"
"Nah, took my younger brother here before they closed down." If I remembered right, Zack was about twenty now. Just a few years younger than me with the brightest blonde hair you could ask for and dark green eyes while I stood over here with black hair and hazel eyes. Seriously, I was jealous of him. He was so beautiful and he didn't even acknowledge it.
I shrugged it off. "They've really cleaned it up. From what I heard there was blood everywhere. Still weird they never found the bodies…" Even as I talked an overwhelming sadness overtook the air. Zack must've felt it too as he quieted down.
"Zack? Lindsey? What are you doing here?" My manager stood by the stage, blonde hair back in a ponytail and eyes blocked by the shine of her glasses.
We waved and crossed the room to her. "Sorry we didn't call in, Megan. We wanted to meet Mike."
She smiled and gave a soft laugh, holding her clipboard under her arm while she pulled out her phone. "Well, he hasn't shown up yet. His last text said…" she dug through her phone for it. "…Oh, he said he was on his way. That was nearly twenty minutes ago. I hope he's okay."
I thought about my own fears while outside. Maybe Mike got scared and couldn't bring himself to come inside.
The door behind us let out a loud squeak making us all jump and spin around. A man stood there; skin very pale and an unhealthy shade of gray. A Saints cap covered his head and a white, baggy jacket and jeans that didn't seem to match was… well, the rest of him. The door making such a loud shriek didn't seem to faze him in the least.
After a moment of awkward silence, he lifted a hand and said, "Hey. I'm… uh… I'm Mike Schmitt? I was supposed to be here today?"
Megan clapped her hands together, grabbing and scribbling something onto her clipboard. "So glad you could come, Mr. Schmitt."
"Please, just call me Mike, and… I wish I could say I'm happy to be here but I'd be lying out my ass." He stepped further into the room with no fear of the spirits that still lurked. "So… You said you wanted me here to hear the story? Um… maybe we can go back to the office and talk?"
She waved her hand dismissively, still scribbling on her clipboard. "Yes, of course. And Mike, this is Lindsey and Zack. They're assistances of mine working on the play that we'll be setting up. They're writers, so can they sit in and listen? Would that be alright?"
Mike glanced our way. I couldn't help but notice the dead look in his eyes. He was genuinely happy and 'okay' for being in such a place… but something in his eyes said that he still didn't want to be here. He looked tired. "I don't see why not. I hope it's okay that I brought a friend as well. She lost her boyfriend so she's been clinging to me."
"No trouble. Whatever helps you stay relaxed. Sorry to ask you to come here."
Mike laughed, a hollow noise that sounded genuine as well. "It's okay. I've been needing to get out of the house. What better place to go than where I nearly died?"
Megan didn't seem to be fully listening and again waved her hand at him. "Yes yes. I'm actually very busy at the moment." She handed something to Zack. "Please make sure to record the story for your writing. I want the script to be exact, but cut out anything that's not really needed." She turned away and left toward the stage, climbing up and began barking orders at a couple of workers fixing a broken roof tile.
"Is she always like that?" A female voice asked and we looked to see a redhead suddenly appear beside Mike. Compared to her, he looked even sicker.
"For the most part. You get used to it."
The girl smiled, fair skin spotted with freckles that gave me the impression that she was a handful… No idea why it was her freckles that made me feel that way.
Mike pointed to the girl. "This is my friend Riley. Riley, this is Zack and Lindsey. They're going to listen to the story."
Her happy demeanor shifted suddenly and she was very quiet.
"Did you want to come?"
She nodded without another word and we were lead down a hall and into a back room with a single chair and a broken desk. Mike was hesitant but eventually sat in the chair, it scooting back to bump into the wall. He sat there for a long moment. The chair scooted up to the broken desk and his hands found a small, broken iPad in the rubble. He dropped it back into the pile of trash and pushed the chair away.
"You worked here," Zack said, helping me to understand why the man was looking at everything like he did. I had completely forgotten that… This was one of the workers that disappeared and was found. One of them.
Mike took a deep breath, mimicking my own actions of leaving my car. "Sit anywhere. This is a painful story to tell… and even worse to listen to."
