Supernatural

Note:This a story based on a true account that happened to my grandma and her friend, but different names are used and this is based roughly.

The Johnson's lived down the street from the Lacey's. They had a daughter, Janice, who would always play with the Lacey's daughter, Allison. They would play for hours at a time, sometimes even to the point of being out at night into the hours of the morning. They were good friends, and if they knew what was to happen in the next few months, they would've been even closer. The day the events happened started normal. Janice had gone with Allison and her mother to town to run a few errands and they stopped at the grocery store.

Her mother let the two 9 year olds out of the car, and they raced inside from the car. "Hey, careful! You need to watch for traffic!" Allison's mother screamed, following. The trio walked into the bustling store and the girls quickly asked if they could go to the candy aisle. "Alright, but if you get lost, take this." she said, handing them a cell phone. "The number is 727-9987. Here, it's on speed dial." she told them. "Mom, we won't get lost." Allison assured her.

"Alright. I'm trusting you." she told them. They nodded and ran off, giggling. They found the candy aisle, and searched through all of them. Janice was intent on the candy, but Allison saw an open freezer, and a pale figure standing inside. She ignored Janice, for it had something special about it. She began to walk towards it. "Uh...Allison?" she asked as she walked towards it. "Don't you see it?" she asked. "What?" Allison asked as she came closer to the figure. "That person." she said.

A person blocked her view for a second, and it disappeared as quickly as it came. "Where'd he go?" she asked stepping into the freezer. Chills went down her spine as an employee began to scream at her. "Hey! Kid! Get outta there!" he screamed as he began to run towards her. "Huh?" she asked, turning. It was at the time, the freezer closed.