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It was an ordinary night. I was working at Papa John’sJohn's Pizza. With such a big corporation, you’dyou'd expect nothing paranormal to happen to it. Boy! Are you in for a surprise! From my personal experience, Papa John’sJohn's is one of the most dangerous places to work at! Serial killers and paranormal activities occur NIGHTLY at this institution. Sad to say, it happened to me. I am a lone pizza worker.

The picture you see is what I saw type by itself on the computer screen. I was creeped out myself, and Ana was nowhere in sight. I tried to scream, but my vocal chords stayed frozen, as if they were a block of ice in the Arctic Ocean. The number was [NUMBER DISCONNECTED]. I recommend you DON’TDON'T call this number for any reason ever. It’sIt's a death trap. The last four digits spell DEAD on the phone, which freaked me out when I first saw it. Sad to say, it called my store. It was the freakiest five minute conversation I have ever had in my month of working at Papa John’sJohn's Pizza… It was also my last month, might I add.

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+2 Blood Sauce Cups My heart sank. I was hoping that I was just seeing things, considering that it was late at night (almost one in the morning) and I was the last employee there. The manager, Colin, stepped out for a brief moment to have a beer at the bar next door. I guess he did this because he figured that barely anyone would come to order a pizza late at night. Besides, the doors were locked. I was safe for the most part. Of course, that would all change in the brief moment. A tall, dark, shadowy figure approached the entrance to the pizzeria. The man was about seven feet tall and was incredibly skinny; he couldn’tcouldn't have weighed over 200 pounds. He had no face, just a blank, white head with no hair.

His arms were really outstretched, nearly two-thirds the size of his body. Suddenly, the creature tapped on the glass. I looked at the screen to make it seem as if I was busy, but the illusion failed. The computer screen said "I’mI'm here." Before cutting to black, the man stretched his arm over to reach the window next to the entrance; it was the window we slip pizzas through just before closing time. I approached the window, but then the man held up a piece of paper that said "I already paid." That paper then vanished in fire, as the paper hissed at me, like a snake would at its prey.