Chaos had descended upon the happy shoppers of newly opened supermall which was recently built near the center of the city - and it wasn't because of the sale of new designer high heels in the second story shoe shop. There had been reports of strange activities within the large three story shopping center since it's grand opening earlier in the month. Nothing which couldn't be explained away by pointing the blame on the rebellious youth of today and their lack of moral decency thanks to bad upbringing and the internet causing a downfall of social standards.
You know, the sudden raising of women's skirts as they made their way through areas with no apparent drafts of wind. The occasional groping of busty customers by either phantom hands or even male patrons whom claimed to have blacked out only moments prior. That incident involving a threeway between a middle aged couple and a seemingly traumatized yet oddly satisfied store clerk. Not to mention what a couple of the female customers were doing with the ketchup bottles before pleading ignorance to their acts even after being shown the security camera footage.
Okay, so maybe they weren't exactly normal incidents, but they certainly weren't completely above a good PR spin to put a positive face on them. Unfortunately, not even the greatest of public relations could hope to cover up what was happening now. The chaos of the moment was seemingly punctuated by the almost piercing scream of a woman whom could be seen racing down the aisles of the mall in her underwear while a mixture of ghostly figures and human males with strangely glowing eyes gave chase - ripped skirt in hand and rather clear intentions in their almost comically twisted features.
She wasn't alone in her shock and terror, as numerous customers of both male and female persuasion were seen trying to fend off possessed human and ghost alike. There were women running from men and apparition. Men trying to defend their wives and dates. Not to mention a few pimply faced teens whom were being chased by a number of evidently possessed toys - with their greatest horror seemingly being due more to said toys being taken out of their mint boxes, rather then the possessions themselves.
"Sinners!!" Shouted a light complexioned, dark haired male in his mid-twenties whom was dressed as a Priest and stood near the center of this madness while perched upon a bench - an opened bible in hand as he further scolded, "You see now what your life of sin, debauchery and greed has brought down upon you? This is your time of judgment! This is the final fate of your immortal souls! This... well, this is just a shitty time for most of you in general." A snicker escaped the male's lips after that final bit; his lips curving into a sly little smirk as the head ghost which resided within took a moment to survey his handiwork. If one were to peak down at the bible in his hand, they would find little else then mostly blank pages - save for the occasional dirty scribble jolted down in his free time as the possessed male reflected, "A guy could get used to this whole wrath and judgment crap."
You know, the sudden raising of women's skirts as they made their way through areas with no apparent drafts of wind. The occasional groping of busty customers by either phantom hands or even male patrons whom claimed to have blacked out only moments prior. That incident involving a threeway between a middle aged couple and a seemingly traumatized yet oddly satisfied store clerk. Not to mention what a couple of the female customers were doing with the ketchup bottles before pleading ignorance to their acts even after being shown the security camera footage.
Okay, so maybe they weren't exactly normal incidents, but they certainly weren't completely above a good PR spin to put a positive face on them. Unfortunately, not even the greatest of public relations could hope to cover up what was happening now. The chaos of the moment was seemingly punctuated by the almost piercing scream of a woman whom could be seen racing down the aisles of the mall in her underwear while a mixture of ghostly figures and human males with strangely glowing eyes gave chase - ripped skirt in hand and rather clear intentions in their almost comically twisted features.
She wasn't alone in her shock and terror, as numerous customers of both male and female persuasion were seen trying to fend off possessed human and ghost alike. There were women running from men and apparition. Men trying to defend their wives and dates. Not to mention a few pimply faced teens whom were being chased by a number of evidently possessed toys - with their greatest horror seemingly being due more to said toys being taken out of their mint boxes, rather then the possessions themselves.
"Sinners!!" Shouted a light complexioned, dark haired male in his mid-twenties whom was dressed as a Priest and stood near the center of this madness while perched upon a bench - an opened bible in hand as he further scolded, "You see now what your life of sin, debauchery and greed has brought down upon you? This is your time of judgment! This is the final fate of your immortal souls! This... well, this is just a shitty time for most of you in general." A snicker escaped the male's lips after that final bit; his lips curving into a sly little smirk as the head ghost which resided within took a moment to survey his handiwork. If one were to peak down at the bible in his hand, they would find little else then mostly blank pages - save for the occasional dirty scribble jolted down in his free time as the possessed male reflected, "A guy could get used to this whole wrath and judgment crap."
