Chapter 2!
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 минуты of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her рубашка pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The секунда was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your день been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had дана Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 минуты of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her рубашка pocket. Jessica took a small break and sat down in one of the empty benches. Jessica looked around. It was odd. Usually this place was pretty crowded around this time. But here she was, and there wasn’t a soul to be found. Jessica shoved the issue from her mind, there was probably some explanation. Nevertheless, she quickly got up and walked towards the bar. There may be an explanation, but it was still creeping her out. She reached the bar and opened the door, taking a few steps in. She noticed two things. First was that Phil and Steve were at the bar, having an argument as usual. The секунда was that, also as usual, there was that awful smell of cigarettes. Phil looked up from his argument and waved.
“Jules! Come on in, we need a woman’s opinion.”
“Ha ha, maybe, but I’m just here to deliver these from mom.”
“Ah yes, I have been expecting those. Thank you, dear.”
Steve watched her with an odd look. “So, how has your день been? Anything odd?” Juliet looked at him. Anything odd? How on earth would he be able to know about it? But then again, Steve always knew.
“Nope, sorry to disappoint, but it has been an ordinary day.”
Steve gave a sad sigh, taking a sip from his drink. “I see…well, We’ll be seeing you.”
“All right, bye!” Juliet waved to them and left the bar. She began to walk back when she remembered the piece of paper in her pocket. She took it out and ran back to the bar. She once again opened the door and took a few steps inside. “Hey, sorry, but I forgot to give…you…” Juliet trailed off. She was only gone for a minute. But everything seemed to be…different. There was no Phil having an argument with his son Steve at the bar. There was no overpowering stench of cigarettes in the air. No big, burly men having a contest in the corner of the room. No sounds floating over from the children at the daycare across the street. It was as if everything about the people here had disappeared. There was the drink Steve was having at the bar, but no sign that Steve had touched it. The building was the same, but there was no longer any sign that anyone had inhabited it. Juliet stepped back. This was getting a little too creepy for her taste. “Hello? Is anyone here? This had better not be a joke!” There was no response. Juliet took a deep breath and hurried over to the bar. She saw the stack of papers she had дана Phil earlier. She took the piece of paper she was holding and put it with the rest. The moment she did, she heard a noise from behind. “Oh, thank goodness! I was starting to think I was alo-” she trailed off in horror as she saw what was on the other side of the door.
