I work night shift at Cursed McDonalds.

At 11:03 the doors locked by themselves.

No one touched them.

The kitchen lights turned on one by one.

No staff were inside.

I heard the fryer start.

Then the beeper.

Then footsteps.

Slow.

Wet.

Coming closer.

I checked the camera room.

Screen 4 showed a man at table 6.

Tall. Still. Head down.

I ran to the dining room.

Table 6 was empty.

I looked back at the camera.

Now he was behind me.

I did not turn around.

I heard him whisper:

"Order ready."

Something is knocking from inside the freezer door.

It knows my name.