The Horror at Hollow Valley Mall
The following is an excerpt of the diary of [redacted], employee at [redacted], which was located in the Hollow Valley Mall at the time of the incident. Little is known of the actual events occurring during the early morning hours of 25 December 20--. This is one of the few documents in our collection.
Every year from Black Friday to Christmas is like living in hell. If K didn’t work at the pretzel stand, I would go insane. I hide my phone in my apron so we can text all day.
The service corridors smelled like farm animals and incense when I took the trash out this evening. Weird.
K said the dude at the shoe store next door wanted to know if we’d noticed anything odd at the mall lately. I mentioned the smell. K said he’d seen bizarre graffiti in the food court restroom, like some kind of glyphs written in blood. Surely it was just ketchup, though.
Kids these days. Ugh.
Toddlers keep biting the glycerin soaps because they smell too much like candy. I wrote off three today.
So tired of Stepford wives muttering to themselves as they push designer strollers filled with glassy eyed, drooling looters of corporate property. At least they don’t steal make-up like the teenagers, though.
I fucking hate the holidays.
People seem way more on edge than usual. Some guy threw mustard packets at K while screaming about the end of the world today. I had to call security when a lady tucked herself behind the lotion display. She was keening and rocking back and forth.
No riots at the toy store, but still. Weird.
I had to close this evening, and was at the mall until after midnight because of the stupid extended holiday hours. As I swept the store I could have sworn I heard something like chanting and maybe some screams from the basement of the mall.
Except the mall doesn’t have a basement. What’s happening here?
I only get one day off a week during the busy season, and it was just luck K was off today, too. We met for coffee, but shoe store guy showed up, babbling about stars aligning and ancient evil. He had books, leather bound and handwritten. I didn’t want to listen, but he made sense.
I saw someone in a black hooded robe slipping into the candle shop from the service corridor today. Shoe store guy says most of the shops are staffed by “believers,” and he came to K and me because we were “untainted,” whatever that means.
All I know is that I’m scared. And my sales suck.
Regional manager called and was all over me about our low sales. How do I tell her we have no foot traffic because the mall is being run by death obsessed monster worshippers who are trying to bring about the end of the world? Really messes with the mellow shopping vibe, you know. Seriously, ugh!
K said his boss slipped something into his soda today, but thankfully he didn’t drink any of it. Who knows what could have happened? Shoe store guy said that [redacted] at [redacted] didn’t show up for her shift yesterday evening, and that she was the last one like us.
Guess the cultists are cleaning house.
Neither the mall Santa or the elves bothered to show up today, or maybe something worse happened to them. K and I go everywhere together for safety now, and found a secret door leading to a cavern under the Macy’s.
Shoe store guy says he has a plan, and that he can save us all.
The after holiday sale merchandizing I set up after closing looked great, but shoe store guy says it’s all going down tonight. Hope he manages to stop it and gets out alive -- or at least takes some damned cultists with him.
I could hear them chanting while I was trying to count out the register.
K texted this morning -- the mall burned down last night. Faulty wiring, said the news. Sure. Faulty black magick, more like. No one will ever believe what really happened here. I barely do.
I guess I’m out of a job, but at least I’ll never have to work another holiday season at that stupid mall.
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