October 31st, 1980
Jack entered at, what he came to realize, the exact wrong time. And he really had to kick himself for it because this was the girl's room, and he isn't allowed to come inside unless he knocks and gives at least a 5-second warning window. But he didn't do any of that. Maybe he'll blame the eagerness later, earnest eagerness really, but right now the girls are throwing pillows and blaming his raging libido for his deviance. And yeah, it happened thrice too many times before, but Jack just couldn't help himself tonight! He wanted to show off his new costume! He also wanted to get a head start on the haunted trail!
Janet and Cindy didn't care for any of that at the moment. They were still half-dressed and Jack still needed to buzz the hell off.
"Jack! Just wait in the living room!" He heard Janet shout as he was already closing the door, still spewing out apologies and compliments that they weren't exactly listening to.
He took a firm seat on the couch, deciding to play with the faux sleeve of brown fur on his arms, trying to get used to the slight tickling sensation of wearing all of this hair. Jack didn't learn from last year's fiasco with his homemade toilet paper mummy look. Dogs chased him, cats chased him, it had unexpectedly poured and his...outfit wasn't really an outfit anymore and more like a...falling-apart-fit. Lucky for him Janet brought along a jacket and he was at least able to cover his shamrock boxers.
But this year, he learned nothing and decided being a wolf was truly the move. A full-body fur suit. He even glued some of his own hair to his own face. Could it have gone wrong? Absolutely, but Jack doesn't tend to foresee his [terrible] outcomes.
He waited and counted the seconds until at least one of them opened the bedroom door.
They're taking forever! Again! Jack thought, a bit annoyed. They needed to leave in the next 10 minutes if they wanted a good spot in line for the most anticipated haunted trail.
Finally, the door swung open and a tall blonde shimmied out.
Cindy decided early in the month what exactly she wanted to be. And Jack welcomed the idea then and definitely welcomed it now.
Despite warnings of chilly weather, Cindy happily modeled a thinly short sequenced fringed gold dress. She also had on matching golden elbow-length gloves, a gold sparkly headband with a single black feather sticking up, gold opened-toed heels, and a black feather boa.
Jack drank in her appearance and hooted and hollered, giving her a standard round of applause.
"And please welcome to the stage, the sexiest, the tallest, the youngest, Miss ClaraBow! Haahh! Everyone cheers, they throw twenty dollar bills!" And Jack demonstrated this by throwing a couple of crumpled-up ones, showering the excited and bubbly girl. Cindy posed and gave face, singing a typical diddly that 20's flappers would usually perform to.
"She's currently in college, folks, she needs all of the twenties she can get."
"Very funny, Jack." Cindy laughed. She also kneeled down and started collecting all of the wrinkled bills.
"Hey! I need those! I'm still paying off my college debt!"
"By the way, flappers weren't like showgirls or even—dare I say—strippers; they were pioneers in the liberation and sexual freedom of women. They did everything society didn't expect them to, and laughed at them while they did it." She educated him and handed him back his bills.
"Yeah, but I'm sure they would've reveled in all this raining cash."
"Sure," she went to adjust her sleeve glove when she finally noticed Jack's entire attire. "Hey! You're a dog! How cute!"
The "dog" double-takes in Cindy's grinning direction, glancing down at his costume. "No, Cindy, no, I'm the big brother of all dogs. I'm wolf."
"Oh yeah, I can see that. Wolves don't usually wear overalls. I would know that because-"
"You're in school to be a vet, yeah yeah, we know that, Cind. But I'm a werewolf. That means I was human first, and at the peak of a full moon, I turned."
"Turned what?"
Jack looked at her with an open-mouthed expression, surely calculating a more...acceptable response.
"I take it you haven't seen The Wolf Man."
"Not at all. Is that one of those educational videos?"
And before Jack could answer her, the girl's bedroom door opened for the third time, and out came the shorter one.
Unlike Jack, Janet does and did learn from her mistakes, still fairly miffed about the catastrophe that was Halloween 1978. There was not a spot of orange in sight, opting for more spooky-appropriate colors. She wore an endless, black and purple dress, sleeves long and flared. Jack cast his eyes up and down Janet's stature, finding her black heels intriguing as she hitched up her dress to show them off and her spider-web fishnets.
But what really set off the whole look was her makeup. It was entirely useful that Cindy was able to borrow some Halloween brand-styled makeup from a classmate, and she and Janet were able to exactly replicate a stunning and haunting Witch-inspired face from an old magazine photo.
Her naturally tanned face looked blanched, but her almond eyes remained big, round, and starkly dark. Black eyeliner and mystic purple eyeshadow brought them out even more. Jack also did see the hint of...highlighter, was it? That glittered the outer corner of her eyes and cheekbones. She also wore a colored lipstick that Jack's never seen on her before, but boy does she work it so well; matte black, bold, mesmerizing.
The wolf launched into a stuttering mess. "Janet, wow, wow, wow!"
"When you're finished drooling, we have an attraction to attend," Janet smirked in his direction, fixing her pointy witchy hat's posture, keeping it tilted on top of her sleek short hair.
"We have an attraction alright," Jack slurred playfully, voice an entire octave lower, almost like a growl.
Janet decided to ignore that comment. "Nice bear suit, Tripper."
"I'm a wolf!" He whined.
"I know that. Come on."
The three left their apartment, with Cindy the last one out to close and lock the door. After descending the stairs, they stopped and waited for their fourth companion.
"I don't know why we bothered to invite Larry," Janet said, still scornfully remembering his actions from two years before. She may have forgiven him as soon as he pleaded for it, but it still clung to the back of her mind whenever the mention of Halloween is brought up by the man himself. "He's always late. And he knows he's our only ride."
"Why don't we ask Mr. Furley, then?" Cindy suggested.
"I don't think-"
"Hey, kids!"
"Mr. Furley!"
The three "kids"—well, it certainly applied to one of them—turned to see their landlord coming out onto his patio and smiling brightly at them. He had on probably the shiniest Red Devils costume they'd seen; a red bodysuit that covered him limb to limb, shorter-sleeved red coveralls, red converse, and a matching red set of horns on his head. The only non-red article on him was his black cape.
Jack leaned and murmured to Janet, "I've had this nightmare before."
She shushed him immediately and plastered a sweet smile of her own.
"You make a great Satan, Mr. Furley," she said. For a moment, the older man's eyes squinted, consternation and worried, but then he realized what she meant. He'd forgotten he had on the costume since he's had it on since first thing that morning.
"Oh, this old thing?" He snickered and thanked her. "Did I hear something about you kids needing a ride?"
"Yeah, we're just waiting for Larry. He should be coming down soon."
"Larry? I saw him leave about an hour ago." Mr. Furley continued to smile, even though he made his observation that clearly resulted in his tenants perplexed.
"What'd you say?"
"He left in his car?"
"An hour ago?"
They all asked at once, or one after the other, Mr. Furley couldn't tell, but his smile started to waver and he began to clarify.
"Yeah, about an hour ago. I saw him get in, firefighter get up and all, and he took off. I haven't seen him come back yet."
"That little..." Jack and Janet both grumbled and trailed off, but were interrupted by a stream of beeping coming from the street. They all whipped their heads around to find Larry's (new) thunderbird. Larry, indeed dressed as a firefighter, in the driver's seat, and surrounded by several grinning women. A blonde woman in the passenger seat rolled down the window.
"Hey, buddy! Ladies!" Larry hollered through the open window.
"Uh, Larry! What the hell! You're supposed to drive us to the trail!" Jack hollered back.
"I know! I know! But change of plans! I ran into these girls, they wanted to tag along! But they didn't have a ride!"
"We don't have a ride!"
"Yeah, you do!"
"What, he expects us to squeeze in there like some kind of clown car?" Janet huffed to her roommates.
"What're you talking about!" Jack loudly pressed.
"Mr. Furley! You don't have a problem taking them, do you?!"
Jack, Janet, and Cindy stunned to hear this exchanged, looked at Furley as his eyes and beam grew. "Not at all! We'll meet you there!"
"Great! See ya!" And he drove off, music blaring and ladies cheering.
"I don't believe this," said Janet, shaking her head in clear disapproval.
The scowl on Jack's face dissolved as he looked at his brunette roommate. "Don't worry your witchy head, Janet, I'll get him back later."
The florist nodded, still in a pout. She faced Mr. Furley to find him already clutching his car keys.
"I'm sorry about this, Mr. Furley."
"Don't be sorry! This gives me a chance to go out tonight! I, uh, had other plans, with this terrific gal, but it sort of fell through."
"Aw, your mother had to cancel, huh?" Jack quipped, moving his entire body away from Janet's reactive swipe.
But Mr. Furley isn't one for complete dishonesty. "...yeah. My brother called her last minute and made arrangements with her."
Everyone fell silent at that. Until the landlord perked himself back up again and locked the door to his apartment. "Well, let's get a move on, kids! This is going to be a night to remember!"
Trudging along after his lead, the gang followed Furley to his 69 Chevrolet, still managing the old and worn tires.
The trip was short, and with Jack's surprisingly flawless directions, they made it to the attraction in about 10 minutes. They parked, filed out of the aged vehicle, and trekked down a glowing dirt road that held signs of the Haunted Trail. More and more people came into view, revealing the moderately long line of excited thrill-seekers and shaking cowards (undoubtedly ones who were forced to participate against their will). Somewhere in the middle, stood Larry and his entourage of young women, all clad in mundane, simple costumes. Larry only stood out because of his stark yellow fire suit and helmet. And the small crowd of zealous ladies certainly helped.
"They don't think Larry's an actual firefighter, right?" Cindy inquired, craning her neck to see how far ahead the man was from the rest of them; which wasn't much. She waved her boa in the air to try to catch his attention, but unfortunately, only managed to succeed in getting various men she did not know to wave her back.
"Just forget about him, Cindy," Janet remarked. "He's like a pet rock to anybody outside of his little wank circle."
The taller blonde raised an eyebrow at the term "wank" but didn't question it. She sighed and accepted that as more Janet Wisdom. She has those a lot.
"Besides, he didn't give us the lift. Good ole RF did, isn't that proper, Mister F?" Jack drawled out the second half of his sentence, feigning a prudish accent in an attempt to lighten the mood and make the girls and their landlord laugh. Only Cindy did, loudly, but Janet did relent in her crossed mood and cracked a smile at her best friend's corny humor.
Mr. Furley smiled, too, just ecstatic to be part of the group, even though he neglected to mention before that he was absolutely terrified of haunted attractions. Attractions just like this one. But the line was moving fast, and before he knew it, they were mere bodies away from the entrance of the trail.
He began to shake.
Cindy noticed him first, concerned eyes trained on his wide ones. "Mr. Furley? Are you...vibrating in excitement?"
This caused Jack and Janet, who were having a casual conversation just between the two of them, to turn around and look at the older man themselves. And uh oh; they knew that shake. In Janet's calmest voice, she garnered his attention and asked if he needed any water, if he'd like to find a place to sit down, anything that can help placid his erratic trembling.
"I'm alright, really." He answered, still in the midst of his anxiety. That hardly quelled the rest of the three.
"Mr. Furley, if you want to skip the trail, we can do that. There's a diner across the street—we can go in and order something to eat." The witch suggested, coming closer to place a tentative hand on his pulsing arm.
"No! No! I have to do this!"
"What do you have to do?" Asked the wolf.
"Face my fears! I cannot let it control me!"
"That's very brave, Mr. Furley, but are you absolutely sure? It's okay if you aren't," Janet kept insisting, worried that the older man may have a serious attack once he enters this never-before-seen sideshow.
They were, at that point, in front of the line. The only thing separating them from the rest of the ghostly trail was a single attendant that took the entrance fees and stamped the guests with a neat stamper.
"Next," the attendant droned, waiting for one of the four to step up.
Mr. Furley was the first to approach the sitting man and offered his hand out. "Lay it on me!"
"That'll be $3." The attendant said without blinking.
He dug in his coverall pockets and fished out 3 bills to place on the table. He extended his arm out again and closed his eyes. "Lay it on me!"
He felt a slight pressure on the back of his hand. "Enjoy the Haunted Trail. Don't get lost in the Demonic Dimension."
It was clearly a line from the book, meant to excite the guests and prepare them for what was in store, but it only managed to strike utter fear in the poor devil's heart. But the attendant was already calling next before he can attend to Mr. Furley's popped-out orbs. Thankfully Jack approached next, handing the man his $3 and getting stamped with no problem. He guided their landlord around the table and through the opening of velvet ropes, finally entering the haunted part of the trail. Janet and Cindy followed moments after.
"See? Nothing to scream about." Mr. Furley clattered through his clenched teeth, obviously expecting something scary to jump out and spook them.
But all they saw were decent quality decorations, stands along the side of the trail of Halloween knick-knacks, displays, and other guests a good distance ahead of them. They heard loud shouts and screams coming from them up the trail, too, which told the four the scares that awaited them.
Janet slipped her arm around the landlord's and held him against her side. Jack took her cue and went to do the same on Furley's other side. Cindy held onto Janet's free arm.
"Together, shall we?"
And Mr. Furley nodded, face less anxious and more grateful. He took a deep breath. The four started their stroll, taking their time to stop and look at every possible thing they could look at. Some scare actors in spooky masks jumped out from hidden spots and behind trees to frighten them, which worked very well. The men both shouted and screeched, while the women both shrieked and laughed. And then they laughed some more at the petrified faces of Jack and Mr. Furley, certainly not to make fun of them or anything...
However, the deeper they went, the creepier it became. There were fewer and fewer overhead lights, more and more pop-ups by numerous actors, and the air became chiller.
"Do you need some of my fur or something, Cindy? It's getting pretty chilly." Jack offered her, watching her rub her arms to keep warm.
"No thanks, Jack. I don't believe in wearing fur."
"Huh?"
"She means real fur—Cindy, it's fake what he's got on." Janet clarified
Mr. Furley unclasped his cape and extended it toward the country girl. "You can borrow my cape!"
Cindy took the offered garment and thanked him sweetly, placing the cape over her exposed shoulders. While that was taken care of, the group finally made it to the last stage of the attraction: the haunted hedge maze.
"Gosh, I didn't think it'd take this long to get here. They really outdid that trail," Janet commented. They noticed another seemingly tired-looking attendant that sat on a stool next to the maze entrance, obviously in charge of allowing people inside it.
"There's a group that entered about 5 minutes ago, but they should be halfway through. You all may enter," the man sighed. "At your own risk."
The foursome chose not to acknowledge the sleepy attendant and moved into the entryway. They began their journey through the labyrinth of tall hedges, noticing it was also decorated with pumpkins, plastic bats, and (hopefully) fake spider webs. Jack, unintentionally, took lead for the group, first picking directions to take, and then eventually slowing down.
"I...don't want to be leader anymore. Making decisions is not my forte...you know this Janet!"
"So? What do you want me to do about it?"
"You lead!"
"I- you want me to lead? Come on, Jack, just pick the paths; we'll make it out sooner or later."
"Just do it, Jan. You're the smartest one of us, anyway." Cindy reasoned, not missing the squinted looks given to her by Jack and their landlord.
The witch glanced at the older man. "Mr. Furley?"
"Follow your heart."
"Follow the stars!" Cindy contended.
"I think I'll follow the lights," Janet decided, noticing the glows and patches of street lights, no doubt, which obstructed the twilight blue blanket that covered the night sky.
Janet began walking, chose to go right, and the others soon followed. "That's a cute way of saying stars." Cindy chuckled, following a tad behind.
For a couple of minutes, they twist and turned and attempted to peak through the hedges themselves, but they still haven't found a single clue as to where they were or where the exit might be. And that's when Janet began to get nervous.
"Gee, I wish they warned us how wide this maze would be." The witch admitted, whether to voice a real concern or to fill the ill silence, she wasn't sure. But either way, it may have been the wrong thing to say entirely, because now Mr. Furley's returning to his panic state.
"It does seem, sorta, endless? Doesn't it? We may not even get out of here at all," the landlord laughed, possibly anxiously. Or, absolutely anxiously. "They're not gonna find our bodies for days. Weeks, months even. We'll all be severely decomposed and—and termite lunch."
"Woah! Slow down, RF! Who said anything about not finding the exit? This place-this place is designed to... you know, find the exit. That's the whole point!" Jack reasoned. He glanced at Janet's calculating back, still debating which way would fair better for them. "Any ideas, Jan?"
She paced and mumbled something under her breath, clearly in a mental battle over her instincts and her brain as she looked around. "I think..." and then suddenly, a wash of enlightenment substituted her previous nervous look. "I think we can get out of here in less than 5 minutes."
"How's that?"
"Look over there," She pointed toward a dead-end area, but deep among the throng of falling twigs and corn crops, a shaking body lay splayed out on the hard ground. "I know those groans of anguish."
Jack and Cindy squinted in the general direction, ducking their heads to try and get a better look, without having to approach the figure.
Jack, of course, was the second to recognize the whimpering agony. "Lar? Larry is that you?"
The figure stirred in its spot, visibly craning its neck to see who it is that called out for his attention. "W-what? Are those my dear, dear friends? Jack? Janet? Chrissy?" Larry's voice was hoarse, but still loud enough to roll their eyes at.
"It's Cindy," the tall blonde had to clarify sheepishly.
"Ooh geez, I messed up again. I'm sorry Chrissy."
"Yeah, okay, Lar, what happened? Did the gazelles leave you for dead?"
"Very funny, Jack-o. I mean...Jack-woof."
"Are you drunk? The last time we saw you you were upright and—coherent!"
"They-they drugged me, Jan! They kept offering that bottle and I couldn't say no!"
"You couldn't say no? Larry, what the hell's wrong with you?!"
"...a lot."
"We can see that."
"Will you guys quit picking on me and help me up, please."
"How'd this happen, Larry, really," Janet said.
"I told you: they boozed me up and slammed me down. It was still sexy how they all ganged up on me, I gotta admit. But, yeah, they didn't really appreciate my...sense of humor."
"Your sense of humor is garbage. How did you verbally offend the women this time?"
"I don't think that's fair to say…"
"God, Lar, never mind. Where's your axe?" Janet asked instead, eyes annoyingly pointed.
"Woah! Not you, too, Janet! Of all people!"
The witch huffed at the intoxicated faux firefighter and kneeled over him to locate his costume prop. After a moment of searching and maneuvering his wiggly body, Janet found the axe attached to his hip underneath him. She plucked it from its place with the necessary strength and carefully rested it on her shoulder.
"Let's make our own exit."
"Janet, I could kiss you right now," Jack announced, only half joking. Though he'd be the only one to know that for now.
"Wouldn't we get into trouble for damaging property?" Cindy raised a good concern, still keeping her friendly innocence. If they chop their own way out, surely they'd be banned from attending future events such as this one.
However, Janet waved those concerns by insisting this was an emergency that needed to be resolved, and this was their only answer. Everyone else was tired, spooked, and the maze was just too difficult. Weak answers, Janet knows, but who else was going to do anything about it?
Now it was time to decide who would be hacking away at the decaying shrubbery. Initially, the brunette tried handing it off to Jack, but after several feeble attempts at swinging the weapon, Janet gently took it from his sweaty, slippery hands and reluctantly bestowed it to the tall, experienced farmer.
"Don't you worry roomies. I've chopped trees down before. This won't be a challenge for me."
"This won't be a challenge for her, surely. And for the rest of us, we'll be training for a round of dodgeball: axe edition." Quipped the wolf, but was quickly silenced when Janet pointed out how his last swing nearly took her whole head off and reminded him to worry about himself with comments like that.
Cindy began to whack at the hedge over Larry's whining body, whistling an unfamiliar tune that she no doubt picked up at the farm she was raised on, making noticeable progress as she went on. The only way they know for sure that this was the direction to cut through is because Janet noticed the overhead lights that provided enough illumination for the guests to see. Chopping through this side of the hedge will undoubtedly gain their freedom from within the maze. Hopefully, they will not run into any employees that would probably scold and charge them for the damages.
"My arms aren't like they used to be," Cindy huffed. "I need a minute to catch my breath."
"You're doing great, Cindy. How old were you when you chopped your first tree?" Janet admired the younger woman's work. She had to smile at the still innocent look the blonde sported, axe in hand.
"Oh, much older than all my brothers and boy-cousins who wielded these suckers."
"Ah, I see. You must've just picked up on it before moving out here, huh?"
"I guess you could say that. I had to wait until I turned 8 before I could even hold my very own."
At the shocking reveal of her horrifyingly young age to wield an axe, Mr. Furley's ears picked up on something else. Something… disturbing.
"Shh! Kids, do you hear that?" He whispered, eyes darting from left to right.
The roommates paused in time before reacting to Cindy's revelation, while Larry continued to drunkenly ramble quietly to himself from his spot in the dirt. A few seconds tick by, and the only thing anyone can hear is the rustling wind through the leaves and branches.
Janet instinctually reaches out for Jack's fuzzy arm, and he in turn extends it for her to grab. He turns to find Cindy stepping a bit closer toward him, as well. With the girls close and in view, Jack looks back at their landlord and finds him shaking. Silence.
Then.
The rustling grows louder. The sound of shuffling and the sound of crunching fallen leaves. The deafening chorus of menacing moans. And finally, emerging from around the corner, some yards away is a cluster of shadowy, groaning bodies and their arms stretched out before them, fingers clamping shut and open, as though wanting to snatch our paralyzed group.
Mr. Furley, surprisingly the first to recover from his state and respond, raised his pointer finger and exclaimed.
"Z-z-zombies!"
And with that, he turned on his feet and dashed full speed ahead right through the shrubbery. To be fair, Cindy had helped a lot to greatly lessen the density of the hedge, but still, the lingering full-body outline of Ralph Furley he left behind amazed not only the four he had left behind but the seemingly "flesh-eating zombies" too.
Once Janet noticed the stillness of their encounters, she also happened to notice their vaguely familiar looks as she squinted to look past the shadowy fog.
"Wait a second. You're all the women Larry picked up tonight."
One of the women, a tall redhead spoke up for the group.
"Yeah. We also left him like this, too. We only decided to come back because we started to feel bad. And we also wanted to scare him before guiding him out."
"We didn't mean to scare y'all this badly," a brunette said, clearly feeling sorry.
Everyone looked back to the new fresh exit of the hedge maze.
"Ladies? Back again so soon? I told you, Jack-o, they can't get enough!" Larry exclaimed, euphoric and also blind to the glaring looks he was receiving from the ladies in question.
"Come on, Larry's got his hand full with this. Good luck, girls. Make sure he's back in front of his apartment tonight, he's my ride to my dentist appointment tomorrow. Happy Halloween!" Janet said wickedly, leading a confused Cindy and speechless Jack out of the maze through Mr. Furley's cartoonish outline.
"I'm still wondering what Larry must've said to get them all to beat up on him," Cindy pondered, trailing behind a hand holding Jack and Janet.
"He probably wanted an orgy within the hedge maze. I wouldn't put it past him."
Janet nodded along to Jack's guess, though a sour look formed on her face at the mere thought.
"I hate that you could be right," she said, squeezing his hand for no real rhyme or reason. Jack squeezed back.
Cindy poked her head in between the two, startling them only mildly. "Can we go to that diner now? I'm starving!"
Janet snorts. "We should find Mr. Furley first."
"Found Mr. Furley," and Jack pointed to a wobbling branch of a stark tree being occupied by a wobbling devil.
"Mr. Furley!" Janet screeched, pulling Jack along as they jog up to their fear-stricken landlord. The witch pleads with the older man to get down and out of the tree, emphasizing to do it safely. But when he doesn't budge an inch, Janet gives Jack a look. A look that clearly reads 'help him now'.
But it was Cindy who stepped up, of course.
"Don't worry. I've climbed, fallen, and chopped enough trees to know what I'm doing. Hey, Mr. Furley! Don't move! I'm here to help!" The blonde sprints forward, leaving her roommates to watch and learn in curious silence.
But silence doesn't last long at all, as Jack holds a firmer grip on Janet's soft hand, and looks down at her in amusement. "Our monkey is saving our scared cat."
"You should be helping—you're the dog."
"I am a werewolf, ma'am. I don't help. I don't save. I stalk and eat my prey," he takes a second good look at Janet's mirthful smile. "Speaking of witch, here's one now."
The brunette yelps and giggles as Jack attaches his mouth to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses and soft bite marks along blushing skin, even sneaking in a lick or two for good measure. Janet pleads weakly for him to stop, but her laughing voice only encourages him further, and soon he's planting wet kisses all over her perfectly painted face.
"Jack! My makeup! You're ruining it!"
But neither care and neither watch as Mr. Furley tumbles out of the tree and lands squarely on his stomach in front of them. They heard the thud, and also Cindy's classic Oops, before she jumps down from the same branch to land smoothly on her feet, knees bent.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Furley! Are you hurt?"
The roommates wait in bated breath for the man to say something, anything. Or even move for that matter. But when he doesn't, Cindy looks to the other two with unshed tears pooling in her eyes.
"I killed him."
"Actually-"
Cindy screamed at the sudden voice of her landlord.
"Oh, you weren't finished, my apologies," the old man slurred.
"Mr. Furley!" Janet exclaimed and rushed to help him up along with Cindy. The three check him over and dust him off, feeling relief that he seems okay.
"I'm ready for that diner now. Cindy's buying." He said, allowing Cindy to wrap an arm around his waist and maneuver his around her neck.
"Of course, Mr. Furley, anything you want on the menu is on me," she looked back to Janet as they start to waddle away. "Can I borrow $10?"
Janet rolls her eyes but nods anyway, linking her arm around Jack's without a second thought.
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I loved this one, I can't lie lol please enjoy! Leave me some thoughts! Watch some spooky movies if you haven't already! Last chapter will be up hopefully before Halloween itself :))