Chapter 33: The Pretend Model

Chapter 33: The Pretend Model

Williams voice rang out from Miles phone, Hey man, seems like youre caught up with something. I havent heard from you in ages and Im feeling rather bored. Any chance I could swing by your place? Perhaps we could explore the street food stalls tonight?

Miles, inside a bustling mall, responded as he changed into his security uniform, Id suggest not dropping by my place. Ran into my dad there last night and it wasnt pleasant. Ive taken up a job that provides accommodation, so Ive been avoiding home.

Perplexed, William replied, Wait, I thought you said your dad was gone?

Miles explained, Yes, he is. Hence the avoidance. My place has become a haunted zone.

A gasp of surprise came from William, You mean, your apartment is haunted?!

Miles laughed, Indeed it is, but Id take ghosts over a destitute old man any day. I can manage. Anyway, what made you call?

Just feeling a bit of cabin fever, thought it would be nice to hang out, William responded, wiping cold sweat from his forehead in relief of having not visited Miles unannounced. So where exactly are you working now?

In a mall, Miles responded.

Intrigued, William asked, Do they have any vacancies? Im on a school break and quite jobless at the moment.

Miles warned, I wouldnt recommend it. This place has a creepy air too. People have gone missing here, and the authorities are involved. Theyre still investigating, and the missing folks are probably decomposing somewhere in the mall, still undetected.

A prolonged silence from William followed before he finally managed to offer, Listen, if youre really in a bind, you could crash at my place. I have a big, comfy bed, and food is included.

Miles then added, By the way, Coral has been acting peculiar lately. Shes been saying somethings been following her. Her dad called me today. You should watch your back too. Im not sure if that ghost baby is targeting others as well. If you can, alert everyone in our group chat.

Enough already, William interjected, sounding like he was on the brink of tears, I just bought a new gaming PC. Why dont you come over? We can become hermits, living off anime and games. Who needs a job? Worst-case scenario, Ill support you.

With the world seeming stranger by the day, clinging tightly to close friends felt like the right move.

Im sorry, but Ive got work, Miles cut him short, finishing his change into the security uniform and stepping out of the dressing room, Stay safe, alright?

What kept you? a young man, known as Strong, a recent college graduate and a new employee at the mall, asked as Miles emerged.

What is it?

Miles gestured ahead, Didnt you say were the only ones patrolling? Whos that then?

Ahead of them, a silhouette stood unmoving in the darkness, like a mannequin.

Upon illuminating the figure with his flashlight, Strong discovered it indeed was a mannequin.

Its just a mannequin, no need for alarm, Strong reassured, striding over to collect the dummy and placing it within a nearby store.

Inside the dimly lit store, numerous mannequins lay haphazardly scattered, all variously dismembered. None were whole, their neglect evident in their dusty, abandoned state.

We should get going; the floor below still needs to be checked, Strong directed, unphased by the spooky event.

How did the mannequin end up blocking the path? Didnt you notice it on earlier rounds? Miles inquired.

I didnt spot it during my noon patrol, nor did I see it earlier this evening. Perhaps it was used by Sister Pear and her team while fitting clothes. It wouldnt be the first time, Strong offered, explaining the odd placement.

Ah, understood.

Whether it was just his imagination playing tricks, Miles could have sworn that the faint, sickly-sweet stench of decay he had noticed earlier was growing stronger.

As they moved on, back at the entrance of the store they had just visited, a mannequin stood eerily in the dark, its head seeming to follow their departing figures.

By the time they finished their round of the mall, all was uneventful.

Possibly, he had been mistaken. This might be nothing more than an ordinary criminal case devoid of any ghostly undertones.

The hefty reward from the mall owner was proving to be a challenging earn.

Miles began to ponder his options. He decided to stick it out for the initial three-day trial period. If there were no advancements, hed resign. He couldnt afford to squander his time indefinitely.

After completing his patrol and returning to the security office for a break, his GPS-enabled phone began to ring. It was a call from Mr. Beach, Corals father.