Haunted McDonald's and Spooky Job Training

Date: 8/30/2019

By Fitful

I was in the middle of no where. I sat in a McDonald's restaurant and bought a bunch of shares online, so many that when I mentioned it to the owner he offered me a million dollars for them. I basically owned the restaurant. I declined and sought out a way to get the restaurant fully under my control. Liz was there. We met randomly or something. It turned out she ahd a little bit of money, just enough that if we pooled it all together, my shares and her 375k we could do it. So we did. Suddenly the restaurant was ours. The little sleepy town was suddenly up in arms. They didn't like me owning the restaurant. They felt something was wrong with me, I was seen as the town outcast. Slut maybe? They didn't even know me but they hated me. They did everything legally to stop me. We began to creepy around trying to get this restaurant going. It got so bad I was only there at night. I watched a kid there sometimes. I forget whos. Other times I was just there. It was odd, odd things moved by themselves. Liz thought it was haunted but I knew it had to be a joke. I was psychic and could see real ghosts so the odd things moving in the kitchen just baffled me. Once I found this power tool began to move on its own. It reved up by itself and began to spit sparks all over the floor where it tried to do its job, which I think was sawing. Like a huge heavy duty electric meat cutter. I couldn't get it to turn off. I tried but it did this even when not plugged in. Finally I did, and left it on the concrete floor of the kitchen after watching it like a hawk. I felt like if I took my eyes off of it it would start up again. Maybe start a fire with those sparks flying or dig into the concrete and hit something it shouldn't. But I eventually had to leave it. Anyway a disaster happened and the restaurant went up in explosion. Someone died. I tried to confive everyone that they would come back but no one believed me. I was sure, I knew this person would come back, it was a part of their species, Resurrection. But even Liz didn't believe me. She blamed me something awful. She was upset when we visited the ruins, now fenced off by the town. She didn't even listen to me tell her the ghost of the person who died was right there. She couldn't see her. The girl who died was an interesting looking girl. Very very death pale, like a sheet of paper white, odd black markings and black hair, pitch black, like oil. She was beloved by us both, and she had died. I feel like it was a ritual however, that she died in a ritual that I did to get the business troubles overwith. So essentially it was my fault, but I knew she'd come back so I didn't blame myself. The little town didn't give us a chance. No second chances. They liked to bury mistakes of this magnitude. They took the ruins of the McDonald's and just buried it in dirt and made it a nice little mountain hill, which then got covered in grass and became a park later or something. They refused to acknowledge bad stuff happened in their little town, they always did this, buried ti, pretended it never was there to begin with. ~ I was new to a job or something. I feel like this job might have been mandatory. I'd been stuck inside foe so long, ages, kinda ostracized by the town but this organization finally let me in. Or insisted I come in. I was being trained by a woman in charge. Older mature, no nonsense type. She was very busy. I sat before her and pulled things of of a bag. Apparently they would tell her something about me or where I should go (which department) or they trained me? Not sure. But I pulled out several toys, and coincidentally each one had some spooky Halloween association. Like a little colorful car (cool colors) with bat's and the word spooky written on it. Each toy I pulled it was just like that. The bag was full of stuff, not all toys, but I pulled out only those, sight unseen. It was odd. The woman was distracted during my training. She talked to other people, addressed other things, and basically I was there on my own, right in front of her, being forgotten in her busyness. I saw some office supplies spilled on the table and I really needed them, these little hooks which stuck to stuff like the window, so I took four while she was distracted.