Turn Around

There I was...at work, alone. I work alone most nights after the rush ends. My driver leaves at nine, along with my helper. From 9 to 10 I generally clean up and take the last few orders.

Did I mention I work at a pizza store? The work is okay from day to day. I enjoy it, so long as those customers don't tick me off.

Any way, last night I was working alone, probably sweeping or mopping or something. We hadn't had an order in a while. "Slow night" I thought to myself. My phone rings. It's from Bill, my driver. I thought it was strange, because he went home already, but I read it any way..

"Hey, don't ask me how I know, but turn around. - Bill"

My hairs stood at the end of my neck. Why did he tell me this? I dropped the broom or mop to the floor and slowly turned my head around. There it was. The monster got me.

You may be wondering why I'm writing this now. Well... don't ask me how, but turn around.

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Credited to beefchariot 

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