Chapter Twenty-Five
Sam couldn't get over the fact that she was being watched.
As soon as she exited "Lip Gloss Heaven." She realized that a boy around Thirteen Years Old was following her. He had dirty blond hair and a stare that made her shiver.
At first she ignored him, but when she realized he was following her, she took a route she wouldn't normally have in order to loose him.
It didn't work.
Exiting "Pink is Your Friend Paradise" practically having seizures, she scanned the sidewalk for him.
There he is Sam thought to herself as she spotted him leaning against the dumpster of "Meat is happiness" Why is he following me? And why did I take this route! These stores disturb me!
She was about to make a break for it when she spotted someone she knew shopping for meat in, well, "Meat is Happiness".
Why shouldn't I be surprised? Sam thought to herself as Tucker loaded a turkey into his shopping cart.
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Tucker was having a So-So Day. Normally, he would love anything involving meat, but making contact with raw meat did gross him out a bit.
Cook it a little and any issue would disapear.
He paused and called Danny's cell again. Still busy. Tucker was nervous about calling the house in fear that Harriet would pick up. What would he say? He got a threatening phone call that the Ghostboy better stop investigating?
As he deposited a Turkey into his cart, he noticed a familiar figure across the street.
What's Sam doing here? Tucker thought, surprised he would be in the part of town that was exclusively Meat and the color Pink.
Sam seemed to have spotted him too. It seemed this way because she made a dash into incoming traffic and was faster than a speeding bullet in entering a store called, "Meat is Happiness".
"Something's Wrong," Tucker said to himself as he watched Sam Collide with the display of Sausages.
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Danny hung up the phone. What his father had told him was unsettling at the least.
He turned back to Harriet, who seemed to have recovered. "My parents are coming home. Dad says that looking for an evil ghost is going to be less of an emotional stress here than in Chicago."
Harriet raised an eyebrow, "Your father used the term "emotional stress"?"
Danny shrugged, "Apparently. Dad also said that you can go home as of tommorrow. They'll pay you then."
Harriet's gaze dropped to the floor. "Danny? Um, there's something a need to tell you."
Danny looked surprised. He thought that she would be thrilled that she wouldn't have to be "working" for Jack Fenton much longer, "What is it?"
Harriet shifted her feet, "When my landlord heard about the pending lawsuit, he wasn't happy," Harriet looked up, "I've been evited from my apartment as of today."