Wonderland Carnival


Halo Eleven: Namie:

Their interns kept disappearing one by one. Hitomi became the latest example. Namie gritted her teeth.

"She's not answering her phone," she complained. Despite this, she decided to dial again.

"Hey, this is Hitomi," her answering machine said. "I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave message after the beep." Namie drew in a mouthful of air.

"Hey, it's your boss," she began. "Where have you been? Are you feeling okay? Call me back." Namie hung up with gritted teeth. "If she wasn't so good at her job, she would be fired!" she hissed.

"Is there a problem?" someone asked behind her. Namie whipped around to see Izaya sitting at her desk, smirking.

"You look so frustrated," he said. His tone made her eye twitch.

"No," she grumbled.

"Oh?" he asked. Namie walked away with a huff.

"Oh come on!" Izaya shouted. "Can't you take a joke?" All he got was a door slamming in response.

Namie went into the bathroom. One more minute of his voice and she would've had to strangle him. She locked herself into a stall as she didn't notice a girl all-black was next door in the stall next to her. Namie couldn't understand why her interns kept disappearing. This project wasn't difficult. In fact, a child could do this. Even still, they all started vanishing like rabbits. The president sat back and sighed. What is it with this idiots?

She looked up when she heard her cell phone ring. Namie pulled it out and looked at the screen. Hitomi's number flashed across the top. She pressed the call press.

"Hello?" Namie asked.

"Boss?" someone like Hitomi's voice asked.

"Where have you been?" the older woman asked. The voice began to speak, but it got lost in a loud death rattle noise on the other line. Namie dropped her phone in such shock. She paused when heard a rattling noise.

"Sorry," Namie said. She looked when she noticed that her phone was outside of the stall. The president opened the door to go get it. Her fingertips came within inches of it when she heard a door open. Namie looked behind her when she heard the stall door open. A figure in black followed behind a low death rattle noise. The sight made Namie freeze.

"W-W-Who are you?" she asked. The blackened figure froze and slowly turned its head. Namie took off running as fast as she could.

"Now what am I looking for again?" the security guard asked.

"There's someone in the ladies' room," Namie said. "I swear it!" The bald middle-aged man gave her a strange look.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Yes!" she shouted. "Please go check!" The man dropped his shoulders.

"Alright," he said. The security guard rose to his feet and headed out the room. Namie watched as he headed into the ladies' room on the monitor. Her face dropped when the image on the screen changed as a dark mist drew the security guard drew into the bathroom. She turned and fled out of the camera room. Many people had questions for her as she raced out of the building.

"Yagiri-san, what's the matter?" her employees asked. Namie didn't even look at anyone as she fled to her car.

She tried to calm herself down when she made it to her apartment. What the hell was all of that about? Namie tried to shake it off. As she rode the elevator upwards, a six-year-old ghost girl watched her in between the floors. The president didn't expect much to happen for her evening. No sooner had she gotten into her kitchen, her cell phone rang again.

"Hello?" Namie answered.

"Boss?" that same voice sounding like Hitomi asked. The president stood up straight.

"Hitomi?" she asked.

"Boss, I'm outside your door with the file you wanted," "Hitomi" said. The president's mood changed to annoyed.

"Well, where have you been?" she snapped. "You could've at least called!" Namie peeked out the peep hole and saw the intern looking in. However when she opened the door, nobody was outside. Namie froze in confusion.

"Hello?" she asked. A loud death rattle flooded from her phone that she dropped the phone outside of the apartment, slamming the door in fear. Namie leaned against the metal, panting.

What the… What the hell was that?! She ran to the safety of her bedroom and hid in her bed. Namie tried to calm herself down again by turning on the TV. A news special came on talking about some nature program. The president of the company didn't care at this point; she just wanted something normal. However, the image became distorted with that death rattle drowning out the female anchor's voice. Namie panicked and turned off the TV. A crunching noise made her freeze. She turned and looked down in her bed. That blackened girl grabbed onto her body, dragging her further into the bed. Namie didn't even get a chance to scream as she was pulled away.

Her room was left silent and empty.

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