Young Writers Society

"Mr. Ross would like to see you in his office, Mr. Adkins."

I closed my laptop, and turned to face Mrs. Boughman. This happened about once or twice a month. Where I was called into my boss's office. I rose to my feet, and made my way to Mr. Ross' office. Before I left my room, I went over to the mirror. I looked into it and my first thought was I looked like crap. Last night, had been a late night at the office. I left the office around 12 at night, and arrived at home at 1 am. My chestnut color hair was a mess, it had a strange resemblance to a bird's nest. I splashed icy cold water on my face and fixed my hair.

I left my room and entered a white hallway. The only thing in the hallway was a poster telling everyone to work their best. I made my way to the end of the hallway, where Mr. Ross' office was located. I knocked on Mr. Ross' door to his office. The door was dull, a light shade of gray. A perfect match to this man's personality. I heard a slight click, which let me know to come inside.

"Mr. Richard, please sit down." I looked at the chair in front of his newly polished desk and sat down. Mr. Ross was sure acting different- different in a bad way. He never acted serious with me, it was always laughing and talking like best of buds. But, this time he talked to me like we never knew each other and was ready to have me escorted out of his work place.

"Ok." I said, unsure of what to say. As if saying the wrong things would put me out of business.

"Do you remember the job you did, about a week ago? December 7th, I think it was."

The way Mr. Ross said that made me feel the same way I felt before I got a scolding from my grandpa.

"Yeah, why?" I replied, eager to know if my pictures were okay .

"I've noticed that four pictures we need for the magazine are gone!" Mr. Ross said that in a harsh tone, he looked like one of those really angry cartoon characters ready to burst.

I looked at the window, unable to face Mr. Ross. I noticed today was particularly gloomy, not just the mood in the office, but everywhere. The sun was hidden behind cotton balls and the sky was the color of gray everyone dreaded. It made me feel even worse, because I was correct. A scolding was coming my way. I scolded myself for forgetting to take those pictures. Do you know the feeling when you forget to study for a test? Dumbfounded is the feeling, you know shocked. Well, that is exactly how I felt.

"So, I need you to head back to Amory, and get those pictures of Adeline. Or you can forget your job here, how does that sound?" Mr. Ross said that like he already had the papers made, and ready to sent to the unemployment center. All he had to do was sign them, and they would be off; like my job! I probably looked like the person out of Paranormal Activity 4, who just found out there was a ghost in the house. I was shocked about how quickly Mr. Ross was ready to get rid of me. One of his best workers just gone, no way was I letting that happen!

"I will return to Amory and get those pictures, sir." I said quick enough, so he wouldn't snatch my job from underneath me.

"Good, I expect full potential coming from you, Richard."

I sighed in relief as my job stayed firmly placed underneath me. It looks like I will be heading back to Amory. Whenever I thought of the place, my mind went straight to something out of Supernatural. I don't know why but whenever I go there, I get the strange feeling something is trying to grab at my soul. I feel as the sweet town of Amory, is actually as dark as the night sky.

I got up from my seat, my legs trembling beneath me. I finally made my way to the door. As I put my hand on the copper-colored door knob Mr. Ross' voice stopped me dead in my path.

"Oh, before I forget. You will leave tomorrow to head to the airport. Your flight leaves at 6 am, don't be late."

Great, just great. I will be in Amory, Mississippi on Friday the thirteenth, at midnight. Could anything worse happen to me right now, probably. After this, I know one thing for sure, I am never heading back to Amory.