The old Shackleford Apartment Complex glared over the empty street, ashen windows sunken into the framework. It was condemned, schedule for demolition within the next month or so. A lot of people had memories with this building, ever since it was raised in the 60s. The current landlady Deloris Marlboro kept a tight shift, and ran the tenants fairly. She would have to find work elsewhere, which would be easy for someone of her pull in the community, but the same could not be said for some of those who rented from her. At least a hundred people, put out of a home, just like that - and no one knew why or how.
Smoking was kept to a strict outside only policy, and the electrical wiring was checked monthly, every room, just like clockwork. Faulty insulation was also a dead end, due to its recent replacement and evaluation. The only clues to what started it in the first place were two spheres in one of the upper levels, a corner balcony rented to an Alicia Lawson, age 34 with no children. She denied ever having seen the orbs in her life, and she had no previous history of arson or really any big crimes. She didn't drink, didn't smoke, the drug testing confirmed it.
It seemed as if someone had flown up and thrown the spheres into her apartment through an open window, one dousing the carpet with gasoline, and the other lighting it with an errant spark.
But nothing about the case made sense, and the community wanted answers. However, despite any intensive investigation, it was almost always a clean-cut answer that the perpetrator returned to the scene of the crime.
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Sure enough, on the stroke of midnight, seemingly from nowhere, a thick trail of black smog choked the night sky as a stranger hovered on what seemed to be a flying broomstick attached to a customized and, admittedly, rickety jet turbine engine. He stood completely upright, with his feet adjusted inside of sturdy footholds in the bizarre device. He floated around the exterior of the building, admiring the scorch marks and blasted-out furniture and wiring. Perhaps most unsettlingly of all, was the pumpkin-shaped mask he wore, carved into the likeness of a sneering jack-o-lantern, and blazing with an unidentifiable source of the fire.
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