Seen at the Fullerton Station Dunkin’ Donuts at about 8:45 a.m.
“YOUR ORDER NUMBER IS 666,” flashed the cash register screen.
The cashier gave Luco a half smile and handed him his receipt. Did he detect a certain amount of doubt in her arched eyebrows? A terrified tension in the muscles of her neck? Dammit. She knows.
Maybe he’d give her a little scare, just for fun. As the girl handed him his coffee, Luco dug his fingernails into her wrist and whispered: “I swear, if this has real sugar instead of Splenda, there will be hell to pay.”
So many scary-creature-related stories this week! Ghosts, and werewolves, and demons, oh my. Halloween must be on the brain. I'm just afraid I won't have enough scary stories to give you next week! At least I can post the ones from the Mary Shelley party. Besides, I had to write this one--the cash register really did say that the number for the guy in front of me was 666. It was too perfect to resist.
I am taking the GRE tomorrow. Nervous nervous nervous. Wish me luck!