Died at Theater Seven! Part I

Rada walked angrily back to the Snack Bar counter and past Jack, who was carrying things in a bulking bag. So, she greeted him like usual.

“Hey… Jack, what are you carrying a lot?”

"Well...I will offer these to the souls in theater seven," Jack said, turning left and right, afraid that someone would hear. “Don't tell anyone because if the matter reaches Manager Korn, I will be screwed. It's good to see you, Rada. You should come and pray to the spirits there too since you were at the scene that day. Maybe you should ask them to forgive you so they can rest in peace. Recently, I can’t even work. The lights went on and off on their own. Sometimes the stereos just stopped working. Even worse…I sometimes saw people sitting in the theater even if the cinema hadn't yet opened. Shit…that scared the daylight out of me.” Jack showed Rada his arm to confirm that he actually got goosebumps.

“Right now, Jack? I need to hurry back to the Snack Bar now."