Night shift

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June 5th, 1999. The day I got murdered. But, let’s jump back a few days. I was living on the streets. Crying, begging for a job. Then, one man was walking by, and he saw me. “You need a job, correct?” The man asked, almost surprised I didn’t have a job. “Yes, any job will do.” I said. “Here, have the night shift at my gas station, Gas&Go.” “Thank you sir.” I said, looking relaxed. He didn’t respond back. A few days later, on June 5th, I began my work at Gas&Go. First, I mopped the floors. I was feeling a bit paranoid, though, because I had heard reports of some paranormal stuff going on at this store. I really didn’t think too much of it, though. After around half an hour, my first customer came in. “Hello! Welcome to Gas&Go!” I said. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve been to this store thousands of times. Anyway, I’ll have the large Coke and some of those Heat&Burn chips.” The man said, looking annoyed. “Okay, your total will add up to $12.52” “Here” The man said, looking even more annoyed. “Thanks for coming to Gas&Go!” The man looked like he was about to punch a wall. Then he walked out. After that, there wasn’t much more customers. So, I checked the security cameras. At first, I didn’t find anything too suspicious. But then, as I checked the storage room, the camera detected movement by the boxes. I thought It was a rat. Boy, was I wrong. The next day, I came back in, and checked the video feed from last night. There was a man peeking out the door window, checking if anyone was there. Then, he started moving around. Then, he saw the cameras. He ran faster than any human ever could. And ran straight to the cameras. The cameras quickly got blacked out. I panicked, wondering if anybody was in the storage room. Nope. As I turned around to leave, I felt something touch my back. I grabbed it out of my back. It was a knife. I got in my car, and went into the hospital. Doctors declared him dead at 8:45PM. That was the day my friend died. I wrote this note and uploaded it to the internet, so I could share my friend’s death to everyone else.



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