Greg's Big Day

Greg had just won the lottery. He jumped as high as he could with the ticket in his right hand. His mind turned to people trying to steal his millions and shrank to the floor. He eyed the windows, looking for any sign of a potential thief, and quickly went around locking and shutting the blinds on the windows in the living room. He went from window to window all through the one bedroom apartment to check the locks and blinds. After all were thoroughly checked, he fished the ticket out of his front pocket and sat back down in front of the television he had paused with the numbers on the screen.
He had just won 300 million dollars. He could barely breathe. His vision was blurry, and his knees were weak. He stayed sat until everything seemed to fade, and just his heart was beating fast. He took in a few deep breaths and kept rereading the numbers. Was this actually real? After several long minutes, he took a few more to just stare at the winning ticket. Greg's mind went blank as he tried to decide what to do now. He settled on figuring it out in the morning. He had to drive a few hours to redeem the ticket, and he would be able to think about it on the road trip.
Greg had a sleepless night and started his day around 3 am. He had taken a shower, dressed in his nicest clothes, and got behind the wheel of his yellow Yugo. The old car shuddered as he pulled away and started to smoke halfway down the street. The journey seemed to fly by in the dark, and he arrived at the building before anyone else. He was the lone car for well over an hour before the people that worked there began to show up.
Greg was the first nonemployee in the building. He read the signs and happily walked to the right suite and signed in, receiving a ticket. After taking a seat, he waited patiently as the staff got their computers up and running.
"A001," an automated voice rang out in the large lobby, "report to window 1."
Greg got to his feet, walked up to the window, and presented his ticket. The woman behind the glass congratulated him before putting a stack of papers through the small slot on the bottom of the window. The 20 long minutes dragged by as Greg filled out his personal and financial information in great detail before returning to the counter with the papers. He was instructed to get another ticket, which turned out to be A031. The lobby was now packed to near capacity, and Greg was lucky enough to get his original seat as no one had taken it.
The minutes turned into dozens of minutes, and he was finally called back to the first window. The woman took the paperwork and silently went through them before typing his answers into the computer. This took a few more minutes, and Greg started to mess with the cup of pens and the trash paper someone had left up there. His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets as he stared down the woman nonchalantly typing away at the computer. His patience was waning.
Sweat started to collect into beads on his brow as he continued to watch the woman intently. The woman was taking her time, and it was causing Greg's anxiety to rise. A few more excruciating minutes, she finally, in a monotonous tone and facial expression, congratulated him again and handed him a paper through the slot. She then, still with the bored tone, explained how the process would go before the money was deposited into his bank account. Greg's excited thanks as he left to follow her directions and seemed to annoy the woman.
Since he had already filled out how he wanted the money, lump sum, and that he wanted to remain anonymous, all that was required of him was to wait. So, Greg jumped back into his Yugo and headed home. The ride was even quicker, despite the traffic, and all he could think about was quitting his job. It finally dawned on him that he hadn't even called his job. It was quickly approaching 10 am, and he should have been at work 3 hours prior. Just as he reached for the phone, it rang. It was his boss. Greg answered and let the curmudgeon know he would no longer be working at the establishment. The exchange was one-sided after that, which resulted in Greg hanging up. The phone rang again from the passenger seat, but it was ignored.
The rest of the ride after that went smoothly, and he decided to spend the day coming up with what to do with this new money. His eyes rolled over his old and junked out car. He had enough money to purchase whatever he wanted, now, and he thought about which expensive car he was going to buy as soon as he got his money.
His first thought was a Lamborghini, but he also thought about a Bugatti. He looked up the specs for each, the price, and the different colors. Through all of the websites he combed through, he kept coming back to the Lamborghini Huracan. The two days that dragged by as he waited for his money were hell. He had told no one about his new wealth and was now wondering how he could break it to his family and friends. They would, undoubtedly, ask for a handout once they learned. Maybe he would keep it to himself for now.
Greg's heart almost jumped out of his chest when, on the third morning, he looked up his account information, and millions of dollars were there. He went through another panic attack as he read and reread the newest balance, but as soon as it passed, he was back in the shower and then putting on his clothes. Once back into his Yugo, he planned out his next 45-minute drive. The ride, like the one 3 days before, went by quickly, and he soon found himself sitting in the local Lamborghini dealership.
The man that sat across from him wearing a jet black suit with a red tie, Jerry, had taken him all through the dealership to see how it all operated and let him test drive a few different models. There was a huge difference in the way he was being treated now, compared to when he first drove up in his Yugo. After showing the many zeros in his bank account, Jerry declared he would help him, much to the others' chagrin. After test driving the Huracan for the second time, Greg made his decision. He would be purchasing a new Lamborghini Huracan, blue exterior with a leather interior.
The paperwork was a breeze. He was buying it outright, so there was no need for a bank to get involved. Jerry was very charming, almost enough to make Greg forget about the looks he got as he pulled himself out of the small car. Almost. But Jerry was quite charming. After some quick words, Greg was about to sign over a lot of money for his new car. The opulent gold pen Jerry had handed Greg was light and warm to the touch.
As Greg signed his name on the line, there was a slight change in temperature of the pen. He didn't feel his life force leaving his body as he wrote. He was unaware of the gray hairs popping out and the wrinkles growing, but he was satisfied when he caught his new keys. There were no worries on his mind as he put the pen down and got up. On top of all the things Greg was unaware of, the man shaking his hand as he put the golden pen back into his jacket pocket was the devil himself. Greg just signed away 10 years of his life.

I wrote this story for a challenge by Oneg. I was challenged to turn a mundane item, a pen in this case, into a spooky story. Sorry it took so long and the poor quality. I wish I would have done better! Thanks for tagging me.