The Papa John's Killer: Difference between revisions

The last thing I heard was a whispering "thank you" flow eerily to my ear drums. After that, the man vanished. I stared at the Miami night life for the next 5 minutes, before Colin came back into the store. He asked me why I was just staring into nothing. I told him that I was quitting the restaurant. I never saw Colin again. I asked the employees where Colin was about a month or so after the incident. They told me that he ran away to New Orleans because he was being stalked by a tall, skinny man in a suit. My heart sank. Then I took my human-topping pizza and went home.

 

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