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I went outside after work to clean up. I swept the road around the store, and when I reached the garbage area out the back, I found several bundled magazines had been left there.
‘Really?’ I thought as I picked them up. Having to split all our garbage up was so annoying. It wasn’t like the magazines were dirty or anything, so rather than throwing them out, I decided to put them in with the old newspapers instead.
I went back inside the store and when I looked at the covers under the light, I saw they were horror magazines for children. Huh, they still sell magazines like this? I used to find them terrifying as a kid myself, and found nostalgia kicking up within me, so I flicked through the pages.
I stopped on the prize page. The gift for this particular issue was a “cursed doll.” Its catchphrase was “I’ll destroy whoever you think of that you don’t like!” How disturbing. Were they even allowed to give away something like this? Wouldn’t people these days get upset about something like that?
I frowned and then noticed something. The application for the doll was torn out. A bad feeling washed over me. I grabbed the next magazine and tried to push it out of my mind. It was the same issue of the same magazine. So was the next, and the one after that. They were all the same.
And all the application tickets had been torn out.