Something about the man didn’t sit well with Diane, though. His uniform for Bugs-Be-Gon was old, worn, and stained. He also looked no more than in his mid twenties. She also thought his goatee and hair was a bit unkempt for someone who worked such a public job.
She shrugged this off in figuring that she was only 16 and didn’t know him, so she shouldn’t be so quick to judge as her father had always told her.
As he sprayed in her parents’ bedroom, she quickly called her father, just to let him know the guy was there and spraying for bugs. After a few seconds of talking to her father, Diane dropped the phone in terror.
“I don’t have anyone coming over,” her father had said.
That was the last anyone heard from Diane.