Young Writers Society

On his first day at work, Jonny Celtric, age 25, walked into his boss's office. She was supposed to give him his first assignment, but as Jonny staggered to her desk, he tripped over a pile of papers and the contents of his mug of coffee went all over her white shirt. For a moment, she sat there fuming and then yelled at Jonny. " You can forget phone calls!" she said angrily.

" You are going to box shipment, where you won't have time for coffee!" Slowly, he walked to box shipment, the worst job there, where he packed boxes on the loading dock, then loaded them into trucks to be hauled to their stores. Normally, he wasn't one to be so clumsy. He was about 5'10" and sort of skinny and gangly. He had short, brown hair and eyes the same color. His skin was peachy and rough, like the peel of an orange.

His new job was packing and selling personalized gear. He liked it better than his old one working at the New Detroit Stamp-It, where he made car parts. He had been fired for almost cutting off someone's hand with the Stamp-It machine.

At his new job, everyone was mean and solemn looking. He didn't like it one bit. But it payed well and that was what mattered. His old job was unsanitary and dirty. His new job was clean, except for the smoke from the other workers cigars. It some times got in his eyes and mouth, which really annoyed him. He later learned that most of them were illegal immigrants.

He didn't really have any friends, except for a man that was supposed to assist him on his first day. They weren't exactly best friends, or friends at all for that matter.

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The next week at work, Jonny was promoted back to answering phone calls from customers that ordered their gear. He liked answering phone calls a lot more than hauling boxes around. He was also paid more.

But all this changed the day that he was called by a man named Oliver. He asked him to deliver a shirt to 901 E. Athons Street. He asked his boss if he could hand deliver. She said it was fine. He checked out the address on the computer and found that the whole street had been deserted for years. He traced the call and, sure enough, came from 901 E. Athons. He though it over and imagined an angry customer and getting fired. So, he went ahead and got the keys to a company car, went out into the parking lot, got in, and drove to the not so deserted street of Athons.

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When he arrived at the house, there was someone sitting outside waiting for him. He or she was wearing a dark robe and black boots. Jonny got out of the car and took the shirt to them. Upon closer observation he had seen that it was a man. When he put the package in the man's hand, it caught fire and disentigrated into ash. The man snapped his fingers and black vines came out of the ground and wrapped around Jonny. As much as he struggled, he could not get free of the prickly plants. The man snapped his fingers again and Jonny was lifted into the air. After that, the man went into the house, hobbling slowly, as if his leg was injured. Jonny floated in with him, lowering quite close to the ground to fit through the front door.The man took off his hood and revealed his face. It was dirty and hairy and he had long, scraggly hair. There was a black mist flowing out of his skin.

Jonny tried to scream, but the man snapped his fingers and a layer of skin formed over his mouth. Terrified, Jonny struggled some more, and this time got loose. He dashed to the car and got in. He then started it and drove away. He looked back, but saw no sign of the man. When he got back to work, he ran inside and back to his office. He tried to convince himself that it was a dream, but it all seemed too real. Then, out of nowhere, his boss walked in. She asked him if he had gotten the shirt delivered and he said yes.

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After going home and getting some dinner, Jonny had finally convinced himself that it was a dream. He went upstairs and saw an envelope on his bed. He opened it and found an ancient looking paper inside it. He took it out and found that it was written in a strange language. He put it back in the envelope and put it in his filing cabinet. Then, he looked up ancient languages on the Internet. The search came up with over 50 languages, but none matched the one on the envelope.

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The next day he went to work and the parking lot was empty. He then remembered it was Saturday (he didn't work on Saturdays). He got back in his car and drove to Pierre's, a local resturant. There Pierre, the resturants owner, welcomed him and payed for his breakfast. After eating, Jonny saw a man with a black hoodie on that reminded him of the man in the black robe. Then, he realized that he wanted to go back to the house and look around. After thanking Pierre for the meal, he got in his car and drove to the house.

When he got there, there were fire trucks an police cars surrounding the house. When they were finally gone, there was hardly anything left of it. He looked at the house for a few minutes, and walked up to where it used to be.

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