10 long years.

10 years since those murders we’re committed. 10 years since everything had changed. It had been a few days ago where they held a remembrance for Micheal, one of the kids who died. It was dead night. Charlie, John, Carlton, Jessica, Marla, Jason, Lamar, and you walked through the abandoned mall inside. The old restaurant had been preserved; the mall was built around it. The back doors lay behind a shelf that was pressed tightly against it. The group had visited the place numerous times before, and were about to do the same.

They walked through the mall with their lights off. They knew their way around the place good enough, and the moon provided enough light through the skylight. They reached the end of the hall before abruptly stopping. Charlie bumped into Marla and mumbled an apology. They then saw it.

The night guard blocked the alleyway, his arms crossed over his chest. He had no flashlight, and had been invisible in the dark.

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t leave it alone,” He said with an uneven smile.

Marla whispered something unpleasant under her breath.

“I could have you arrested for trespassing,” he said. “Saw you here last night, but I couldn’t see where you got to. I guess now I know,” He added with a smirk.

“What were you all doing back there anyway?” He demanded. “You kids partying? Drugs? I could have you arrested right now, you know.” Charlie and John shared a glance at each other.

“We’re sorry,” Lamar said quickly. “We’ll go. We don’t have any drugs.”

“Says who? Says you?” The guard was harsh with his words. Harsh and fast with an odd expression.

“What do we do?” Jessica whispered.

“Probably the most action he’s ever had out here,” Carlton responded with a hint of disdain, knowing that his father was a cop. But Clay had always been joking with the kids. The guard looked like he meant it.

“We’ll go,” Lamar repeated. “Sorry.”