Iused to love working at the restaurant. The customers were always kind, the boss was never mean, and it could never really feel like work when I was on shift with my best friend Amelia. Things seemed perfect for a time, but then one night something happened that would change me forever.

I had been picking up as many extra hours as I could because my car had broken down again. It was one of those awful autumn nights, where the chill wind blew the rain straight through you no matter what you did. I was taking care of my last table, bones aching from my sixth double shift in a row when I first noticed something strange. From the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw a man watching me from the street. I said goodbye to the guest and looked, but there was nothing there. I cleaned the tab

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