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It was a cold February morning. There was snow on the ground and wind in the trees. Jeff Mosley's bedroom was as messy as usual, full of items "borrowed" from various stores. Since it was Saturday, his various alarm clocks from Sharper Image hadn't been set. Around ten, he got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast. His parents, as usual, were at some important business meeting. Why the hell did they always work on the weekends? At least this gave Jeff an excuse to go to the mall alone. After a meal of cereal and milk, Jeff got on his bike and rode a few blocks to return it. He never kept one bike for too long, it's former owners would recognize it. Jeff discreetly parked the bike in it's owner's backyard, then walked off towards the mall, an empty backpack over his shoulder.

     His first stop was Sharper Image, he had a sort of tradition about it; he would always pick one product he didn't have already, and the newest, most expensive alarm clock. He was convinced they came out with a new one each week. Luckily, Sharper Image was crowded. He found an alarm clock with "iPod docking capability," and, when supposedly kneeling to tie his shoe, popped it into his backpack.
     After taking a compact air cleaner, (ten times the power, one tenth the price,) Jeff proceeded onto GameStop, on his way there, he saw a security guard interrogating a ten-year-old boy who had just come out of F.Y.E. and set the alarms off. As Jeff passed the guard looked at him as if he had taken something. Which, of course, he had. But Jeff still didn't like the way the guard looked at him, so he hurried along to his next stop.
     Once in GameStop, Jeff pulled out a notebook, and asked the man at the desk if he could look through the back part of the store for a "school report on how such fine businesses are organized." He was given permission and while in the back room, took a Wii, a Gameboy, and the-latest-Wii-game-that-is-coming-out-tomorrow. Jeff thanked the clerk and said that this was really going to help his report.
     As Jeff moved on to the Apple store, he felt a chill down his spine. Looking around himself, he noticed that the Mall Cop was on a Segway, and was just thirty feet behind him. Their eyes locked, and something wasn't right. There was nothing in those eyes. Just a black hole and yellowed whites. Jeff turned tail and headed straight past the apple store and into Borders. Jeff found a suitable, uncrowded row, removed his backpack, opened it slightly, sat down, and slipped book after book into it. Then someone tapped his shoulder, an employee, holding out his hand, said, "Give them back, and this never happened"
     Jeff bolted. He ran down the up escalator, accidentally pushing the creepy security guard off the side, to Jeff's amazement, the guard somehow managed to grab onto the side rail, and began hoisting himself up. Anxious to get away from the scene before the guard could chase him, he took off through Sears, and came to a halt at a bench outside. He ripped open his backpack, put on a new jacket and a baseball cap, stuffed the whole wad of cloth and stolen merchandise into a bush, and pulled out his newly acquired Gameboy. The super-human security guard ran outside and asked him if he'd seen a "Filthy thief with a backpack" Jeff pointed towards Newbury Comics and the guard ran off, yelling into his walky-talky for backup.
     Jeff decided it would be unwise to remain at the mall anymore today, so he set out back home with his backpack over his shoulder.

     A few blocks away from the mall, Jeff saw a bike and helmet lying in the front yard of someone's house. He took it. Just five minutes into his leisurely ride, Jeff looked over his shoulder and saw him, the security guard who almost fell off the escalator. Jeff sped up. Glancing behind himself again, he was alarmed to see that the guard, who was walking, seemed to be gaining on him. Jeff sped up again, and, forcing himself to look straight ahead, took the long way around to his house, hopefully the guard would give up eventually. As it started to get dark, Jeff looked behind himself again, nothing. Satisfied, Jeff turned onto his street. He checked his watch. It was mere minutes before midnight. He hadn't meant to be riding this long! It was like time had sped up as he was riding. He looked around him, those houses weren't even on his street! He rode up to the nearest street sign, it was blank. He cried out, and fell backwards into a pile of melting snow. He was too scared to get back on his bike, so he started running back the way he came. He could have sworn there had been more streetlights. But the closer he got to the main road, the more streetlights flicked off in front of him. He thought he saw the glint of a badge in the darkness.
     "Hello?"
     There was no reply.
     "Are you a police officer?"
     The last light went out.
     He screamed.
     And then every single light came on, bathing the street in an unnatural day-light.
     The mall cop was standing in front of him. Just, standing. Jeff was transfixed. The guard grinned, and his uniform and skin peeled away.

You can still hear the screams of the thief whom death claimed on The Street With No Name.

The End

Description
It was a cold February morning. There was snow on the ground and wind in the trees. Jeff Mosley's bedroom was as messy as usual, full of items "borrowed" from various stores. Since it was Saturday, his various alarm clocks from Sharper Image hadn't been set. Around ten, he got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast. His parents, as usual, were at some important business meeting. Why the hell did they always work on the weekends? At least this gave Jeff an excuse to go to the mall alone. After a meal of cereal and milk, Jeff got on his bike and rode a few blocks to return it. He never kept one bike for too long, it's former owners would recognize it. Jeff discreetly parked the bike in it's owner's backyard, then walked off towards the mall, an empty backpack over his shoulder.

     His first stop was Sharper Image, he had a sort of tradition about it; he would always pick one product he didn't have already, and the newest, most expensive alarm clock. He was convinced they came out with a new one each week. Luckily, Sharper Image was crowded. He found an alarm clock with "iPod docking capability," and, when supposedly kneeling to tie his shoe, popped it into his backpack.
     After taking a compact air cleaner, (ten times the power, one tenth the price,) Jeff proceeded onto GameStop, on his way there, he saw a security guard interrogating a ten-year-old boy who had just come out of F.Y.E. and set the alarms off. As Jeff passed the guard looked at him as if he had taken something. Which, of course, he had. But Jeff still didn't like the way the guard looked at him, so he hurried along to his next stop.
     Once in GameStop, Jeff pulled out a notebook, and asked the man at the desk if he could look through the back part of the store for a "school report on how such fine businesses are organized." He was given permission and while in the back room, took a Wii, a Gameboy, and the-latest-Wii-game-that-is-coming-out-tomorrow. Jeff thanked the clerk and said that this was really going to help his report.
     As Jeff moved on to the Apple store, he felt a chill down his spine. Looking around himself, he noticed that the Mall Cop was on a Segway, and was just thirty feet behind him. Their eyes locked, and something wasn't right. There was nothing in those eyes. Just a black hole and yellowed whites. Jeff turned tail and headed straight past the apple store and into Borders. Jeff found a suitable, uncrowded row, removed his backpack, opened it slightly, sat down, and slipped book after book into it. Then someone tapped his shoulder, an employee, holding out his hand, said, "Give them back, and this never happened"
     Jeff bolted. He ran down the up escalator, accidentally pushing the creepy security guard off the side, to Jeff's amazement, the guard somehow managed to grab onto the side rail, and began hoisting himself up. Anxious to get away from the scene before the guard could chase him, he took off through Sears, and came to a halt at a bench outside. He ripped open his backpack, put on a new jacket and a baseball cap, stuffed the whole wad of cloth and stolen merchandise into a bush, and pulled out his newly acquired Gameboy. The super-human security guard ran outside and asked him if he'd seen a "Filthy thief with a backpack" Jeff pointed towards Newbury Comics and the guard ran off, yelling into his walky-talky for backup.
     Jeff decided it would be unwise to remain at the mall anymore today, so he set out back home with his backpack over his shoulder.

     A few blocks away from the mall, Jeff saw a bike and helmet lying in the front yard of someone's house. He took it. Just five minutes into his leisurely ride, Jeff looked over his shoulder and saw him, the security guard who almost fell off the escalator. Jeff sped up. Glancing behind himself again, he was alarmed to see that the guard, who was walking, seemed to be gaining on him. Jeff sped up again, and, forcing himself to look straight ahead, took the long way around to his house, hopefully the guard would give up eventually. As it started to get dark, Jeff looked behind himself again, nothing. Satisfied, Jeff turned onto his street. He checked his watch. It was mere minutes before midnight. He hadn't meant to be riding this long! It was like time had sped up as he was riding. He looked around him, those houses weren't even on his street! He rode up to the nearest street sign, it was blank. He cried out, and fell backwards into a pile of melting snow. He was too scared to get back on his bike, so he started running back the way he came. He could have sworn there had been more streetlights. But the closer he got to the main road, the more streetlights flicked off in front of him. He thought he saw the glint of a badge in the darkness.
     "Hello?"
     There was no reply.
     "Are you a police officer?"
     The last light went out.
     He screamed.
     And then every single light came on, bathing the street in an unnatural day-light.
     The mall cop was standing in front of him. Just, standing. Jeff was transfixed. The guard grinned, and his uniform and skin peeled away.

You can still hear the screams of the thief whom death claimed on The Street With No Name.

The End