"Ugh, why's there so many...?" she complains, groggily raking the fallen leaves, her eyes closing slowly as the wind harshly caresses her face. Her boots are caked in mud by this point, the rain from the previous day had softened the dirt, which did not work particularly to her advantage.
She rests the rake on the fence, wiping the hair off of her face with her wrist. She sniffs as cold bites at her nose. As the clock tolls one, the girl yawns, stretching her arms out. She grabs the tool once again and reluctantly goes back to raking.
Drip... Drop... She lifts her head up, looking to the sky. Drip... Drip... Drip... A droplet of rain lands on her flushed cheek as she spots an ominous dark cloud hanging over her... She sighs in annoyance. "Are you serious...? Rain? Now?" she grumbles, "Helpful, very helpful!" her sarcasm drips through her words as she curses the gods who brought this upon her.
Finally, she finishes raking the leaves into one place! And now she has to scoop them all up and put them into a bag, which includes leaning down... Wonderful.
The now soaked girl makes her way over to the darkened church, heaving the rake along with her, when she suddenly hears a hushed whisper... She stops in her tracks, whipping her head from side to side... Nothing. Confused, she cautiously continues onwards.
She lays the muddy rake on the wall and slowly grabs the rusted, damp door knob, intending to find the dustpan and brush that the, admittedly creepy, old man had let her know about. Pushing the door open, she starts to take in the beauty of the interior... The pews highlighted by the light of the moon, the detailed stained glass windows changing the hue of the shine... The aged chandelier swinging from the slight breeze the girl had let in... The shadowed figure next to the lectern-
She freezes, wide eyed... "What the fuck is that?" she whispers, stuck in place. The figure sways over to the nave, blending in with the darkness of the wooden floor. Her voice echoes as she calls out to the figure, "Hello?".
The figure stops in it's tracks, it's head rotating towards her like an owl. She immediately regrets her decision, grimacing at the unhumanlike action. At that, the shadow speeds towards her.
She considers her options... The figure reaches her, but she just stands there, awkwardly. There's a moment of silence as the two blankly stare at each other.
"Hi." she starts, shaking slightly
"Hello, mortal..." the figure responds. It's voice is breathy... Like the wind whistling... It continues, confused, "Why... Why didn't you run?"
"I'm gettin' paid 80 bucks an hour, I'm not risking that" she states nonchalantly
The figure tilts its head, lost, "So... You'd rather possibly die than risk giving up a job that pays 80 bucks an hour?" it questions
"Fuck yeah, have you seen the economy? Either way, it's a win win."
The figure's jaw drops slowly, "Oh, wow..." it ponders the state of the world as the girl yawns a bit
"Anyway, have you seen a dustpan and brush around in there?" she asks, casually
"I- Uh- Yes, I think so..." it looks back into the church, "Near the second row of pews, if I do recall correctly."
"Thanks, dude" she says, walking into the church.
The figure just blinks, bewildered. "People would risk dying than lose a job that pays 80 bucks? What has the world come to...?" it thinks to itself.
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