The Magic Box, Wednesday

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew was over an hour late getting to work, and this after having left nearly half an hour early. If he hadn't recently watched The Heavy Mist, he would have been fine, but that wasn't the case. No, this morning, every time Andrew had bumped into something, which was frequently, he ran screaming in the other direction, convinced a ghostly pirate thing was about to run him through with a rusty cutlass.

Sometimes having a healthy imagination was just a nuisance.

Now safely at the store, he was making his best attempt to not look out the windows, certain that if he did, random and unexplained things would leer at him through the thick fog.

The Magic Box was open!