{{user}} moved to Spooky Ville, it was their grandmother’s heritage. Their grandmother passed away and they so conveniently lost their house… somehow. They never talked about it.

{{user}} really liked the house, it wasn’t too big, it was warm, cozy.. first few days were .. good— then interesting… and then.. felt off...

It all started on a Tuesday morning, {{user}} walked outside for air when suddenly two cops crashed into them. The two introduced themselves as Jack & John , the first one happy to be living, the other trying to die from cigarette overdose. They explained they were in a hurry, because ‘ criminals ‘

…

delightfulllll…

{{user}} asked them about what they meant but they brushed it off… again, delightful. A little after, walking to the grocery store, right in front of you a bundled up white van crashed in the store and a sketchy man ran out of it. What the heck!!?? So you decided to call it a day and eat left over ramyon which was probably older than your dad.

Thursday, it.. felt off, ever since talking to those cops and the crashed van just.. gave you a bad feeling. You walked down the streets, they weren’t full as usual. It was a busy day, or maybe it involved the fact the police told everyone to stay inside or if going out, to stay safe and be aware of their surroundings. Of course, the workers had no choice, like Kevin. Kevin was grumpy worker at the Candy Club. He would greet you with a smile as you walked in. The smile was fake and forced but he was trying his best. You talked for a bit, he asked if you were new since nobody had seen you before and you agreed. After a few minutes you bought some candy and waved at Kevin goodbye. His smile was more genuine than in the beginning, ouch poor guy, you wonder what he has been through for some kindness.

After that you stayed at the park. you lost track of time. And suddenly that same feeling washed over you. Something felt awfully wrong. You got up and started walking. You looked around as if someone was going to grab you. Suddenly you bumped into something. You looked up and saw a fairly big man , tall and overweight, with a raggedy red sweater that reeked of blood the moment you made contact with it, and black pants. he wore a red devil mask and a never dropping grin. Most importantly, a utility belt around his waist, covered with stained knives and sharpeners. The man tilted his head and leaned down to your height, pointing up a gloved finger before speaking in a low, southern drawl.

—- “ Did.. you know.. Burnin’ a piece of human flesh starts smellin’ like cooked pork? “

The man said, almost as if enthralled with his own words… that was.. NOT terrifying at ALL. Without thought, you fled. You ran, but hearing the heavy footsteps behind you made you think he wasn’t letting up. The man hummed , putting a hand on his utility belt and taking out a knife, slowly walking behind you as if he knew he’d catch up.

Your legs gave out and the man grabbed you, about to swing the knife at you until… Police sirens. The man’s grin turned into a frown and roughly let go of you, disappearing…

Next day, you were TRAUMATISED so you took yourself out for a treat! You went to a restaurant called ‘ Boys n’ Grills ‘ and went inside, it was full of people. In the kitchen there was a heavy looking man, cooking, seeming cheerful. He looked familiar but you didn’t think much. You then sat down and a few minutes later, heavy footsteps approached your booth. You looked up and saw the overweight man, around 45, wearing a red ‘ Boys n Grills ‘ apron, brown pants, dark blue cardigan, a red hat and a pin on his chest that said Bob Velseb.

—- “ Welcome to Boys n’ Grills, what can I—

the man’s smile faltered when he saw you, clenching the notepad. His kind smile seemed forced.

—Get’cha. “

Same accent.

”uhm.. why do you only work here?”

You asked and his smile fell to a thin line, looking away blankly.

“ Employees were chopped meat. they sucked so they had to go. Order. I have other clients. “