Front door is fixed. I just told them that the babysitting job didn't go as planned.

I knew I needed a job. I loved cars, so I was interviewed not too long ago to be become a mechanic. I looked through my closet for something appropriate. Nothing.

"Ugh."

I dressed in jeans and a crop-top and got in my car. As I sat there, the ignition key between my index finger and thumb, I thought about the last night's incident. I can't live here if this thing is going to chase me for the rest of my life. Then a thought of resentment shot through the previous idea. No, I wasn't going to let some fire-headed-freak get in my way. I shoved the keys into the ignition and the car started. I check my purse for my wallet and find it sitting at the bottom.

I pull out and then slowly drive down the gravel driveway. I can almost hear the persistent whines of the car wanting to go faster and my foot aching to push on the gas pedal. i resist and keep up a slow speed.

I make it to Dallas Oregon and stop at Walmart. I roam around the women's section and look for a casual but nice looking shirt. Since I'm becoming a mechanic, no blouse or nice attire is needed. I buy myself some jeans and then buy a pair of black work-boots. As I look through the store, I see a clearance sign. I walk over to it and see leather jackets hung on a circular rack, on clearance for 25% off. I run and immediately look through the rack. I walk around the ring of clothing and something in the shoe aisle. Actually, someone.

A man, about 6'1" stands there, his jeans dark and his leather jacket a nice black. His shoes were an boots, the soles slightly scorched. His hair was slicked back, but it was full. He had black hair with a light blonde streak running through the middle. He turned slightly, allowing me to see his face. He had two small black earrings and a small patch of hair on his chin. He had full eyebrows and interesting eyes.

He turned around and I looked away. I expected him to just take his shoes and walk away, but he stopped. His eyes seemed to be searching for something. He inhaled twice then exhaled as he turned towards me. I panicked.

I grabbed my clothing and ran. He ran after me. My mind was busy trying to think of a place to run. Women's bathroom! He can't go in there. Hah! I laughed as my thought became reality. I ran into the women's room and locked the door. I turned and several women looked at me.

I thought up an excuse," I really have to go."

Some nodded and turned away, others continued their business. I shut myself into a stall and stood there, how long could I keep this up? I would just have to face him. Whoever he was, he's weird to chase someone like that through Walmart. I come out and cautiously unlock the door. I open it and peer out. No sign of him. I reach for the gun in my purse and walk past the door that says: EMPLOYEES ONLY. Suddenly a hand grabs my arm and yanks, and another hand over my mouth. I'm pulled into a room full of empty desks. Towards the back is a break room. I pull out my Baretta 87. I drop my purse and walk around. My captor is nowhere to be seen. A sound comes from behind the wall separating two offices and I cock my gun.

"Come out you dick."

The man I saw earlier walks out and I point my gun at his chest.

"You. You have many sins."

"What? Who are you?"

"Your guilty. The innocence of many men is stained on your skin."

I look back and then slowly back up towards the door. I put my gun down and reach for the door, but it locks. I pull and pull then scream for help.

"Nobody will come. Its time you payed for your sins."

I'm lifted up by the collar of my jacket and his eyes glow red, then his whole head catches fire and the skin and muscle melt away. He looks at me with his blazing eyes and says, "Look into my eyes."

I struggle and look at the ceiling. He throws me to the ground and crawl. I reach for my gun but he grabs my ankle and pulls. I cry as the pain becomes intense. I kick with my other boot and he lets go. I grab my gun and turn around. II pull the trigger again and again, leaving holes in his chest. He falls down and I get up slowly and walk over to him. I point the gun at his head and before I pull the trigger, he stands and laughes.

"Now you're just pissing me off."