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They Live in the Mall (epilouge)
By SeanArcher
It's now August 6th. Thirty-one days have passed since I was last in Belle Promenade. I've made it to Toronto and I'm now happily settled in a nice apartment next to Eaton Centre, the biggest mall in Canada. Believe it or not, I even got a temporary job in a pizza shop in the foodcourt of the mall. (Ironic, huh?)
A couple weeks ago I applied for a PA job on the remake of Dawn of the Dead (also ironic, huh?), which is filming here in a nearby mall and is the reason I chose to come to Toronto, but I was turned down from the job. It's been pretty normal the last few weeks. It sucks that I've spent over 1,500 dollars on everything, but I'm making a lot of it back by working. I sent my brother an email telling him where I was and everything, he said he was sorry for starting stuff with me and that my dad said I could go home. I start college in less than a month though, so I'll probably just hang around here until then. It's great here. I usually walk around the crowded mall or watch the filming of Dawn, when I can.
I've never told anyone about everything that happened in that mall. Probably never will. I decided to write about everything that happened because I'm sure it would make for a good story and it gave me something to do the past few days. I've had plenty of nightmares about it all, usually about me staring right at the dark ghost or me smothering. Afterwards I wake up in sweat. I try not to think about it too much.
Well, the sun is going down and it's time for me to get ready for bed. The past few weeks certainly have been an adventure, one that changed my life and everything I believe about ghosts. I'll never forget the thirteen days I spent in the mall. I was having the time of my life until them damned ghosts showed up. I don't even know why they were there. Maybe someone was killed in there during the forty or so years that it was open and they've never been able to leave. Whatever it was though, I don't think it wanted to hurt me. It just wanted me to get out, to leave it's territory. I'm sure they're still there, right now, floating around the long, dark hallways of Belle Promenade mall.
THE END
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So did you like my story? If you thought it was all true, I'm afraid I have some bad news. It's nothing more than a work of fiction. I never moved into an abandoned mall and I never saw a ghost. I simply chose to tell this story in a first-person point of view because it makes it a better story. I know I swore at times that it was true, but I needed people to believe it to have any effect of being scary (like with all ghost stories). But I'm sorry, it isn't true.
However, there actually IS a lot of truth in it. I did quit my job like I said, Belle Promenade was a mall I grew up in as a kid that just recently closed down, and I was dared to spend the night in the theater while my friends and I were walking around in there one night with flashlights (I didn't do it though). I also spent a lot of time walking around after it closed (getting in through the broken theater entrance) and riding my bike in it. It was when I was exploring the lifeless mall about a year ago trying to find sets to film my Jurassic Park 4 parody teaser that I started feeling like I was being watched and came up with the idea of what it would be like for someone to move into an abandoned mall that was haunted. I've also been through hurricanes and rode my bike around checking out the damage like what was in the story. I'm starting at LSU in a few weeks, and I did just read the Dead Reckoning script by George Romero.
But everything about the paranormal is fiction. I also have a good relationship with my parents and brother. As for Belle Promenade, it was demolished a few months ago. All that's there now is the JC Penney and a huge slab of concrete.
Sorry if I disappointed you. But I'm telling you the truth now that you've read it. This story is nothing more than fiction...
or is it?
8/8/2003 5:52:07 PM
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