The suit
There was a yellowish suit staring at me. It was hanging off of the wall slumped over like it was over worked. It's eyes hollow, as if something was supposed to be there but it was missing. Half the ear was bitten off. I suspect that I wasnt the only one here. My stomach twisted and turned as I thought of the directions the guy gave me. I looked around, trying to gain my bearings. I glanced around, the suit catching my attention again. I shuffled over, setting down the old suit. I exhaled loudly suddenly realizing that I was holding my breath. I clumsily danced around the old silver streamers and party hats. I reached out gingerly jumping when my finger touched the suit.I pulled my hand back suddenly when the front door opened. I cringed as the door squealed painfully. A guy in his teens emerged, he looked around swiftly his eyes landing on me. He lightly danced over to where I was standing. He stopped about four inches in front of me, staring seemingly into my soul. His bright blue eyes overshadowed by long brown hair. He leaned down barely inches away from my face. "Why are you here?" He said in a whispy tone.
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