Working the Nightshift at a Bar

Even after Myspace and Starbucks stories, I’m back with another story for you all.

I worked at a bar when I was around 19. I’m 25 now, and I’ve moved past this experience. I usually worked the day shift, but my boss had me work the night shift a couple of times. Now, there’s been talk about the bar being haunted by evil spirits. Apparently there was an old house that was burned down in the same spot. People who come for a drink late at night are greeted by the spirits of the dead family that lived in the old house, and then are thrown around like play-things. Here are two of my creepy experiences on the nightshift.

The first one is pretty short, but Very scary. I was told to stay ’till 1 AM, and the nightshift started at 9. I decided since no one was working the nightshift but me that night, that I’d take one of the snacks they had already prepared, buy myself a drink at a local gas station nearby, and just sit and watch videos on my phone while I ate and drank. Eventually, my phone turned off, and so did the lights. I didn’t think much of it, but when I thought about it when I finished the shift, it started to seem.. odd. First of all, my phone’s battery didn’t die. I had around 74% battery left on it. Second, the generator(which is used to keep the power running in the night if anyone works the nightshift,) was working fine when I left. So I started to wonder if the stories were true.

The second story is very long, and I had other friends with me at the time. We were all asked to work the nightshift, and we obliged. I decided that we should all bring snacks and just wait out the night, just like the previous story. As I was waiting for my friends to arrive at the bar, I noticed something strange; What looked like a silhouette watching me from upstairs in the corner. At first I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately thought I was imagining things, until I saw it move. In the blink of an eye, it was immediately in front of me. I was petrified, and yelled at the top of my lungs for it to be startled and get away. Thing is, it did literally nothing. It stood there, with no eyes and a black body, it stared at me for what felt like forever. Eventually, it must’ve gotten bored because It vanished just like that. Eventually, I blacked out. Next thing I know, i’m on the floor in the bathroom and my friends are looking at me. I asked them why they didn’t arrive, and they said they’d arrived and we hung out and ate snacks. That’s when what they thought was me walked behind a corner and vanished when the shift was over. They then found me on the floor.

I still don’t know what happened to this day. Either the spirit of a dead person disguised itself as me, or something entered my body, and acted like me. I won’t know, but I hope it never comes back, because if it does, I won’t even notice.

Nights in a Car Lot

I have been a night shift security guard at a car dealership on the edge of the Twin Cities for about two years now. There have been many “interesting ” occurrences that can I cannot explain.

I’ve decided to start telling people about these happenings in the last couple months due to the frequency of these events and to also reassure myself that I’m not going crazy.

We can start this story with a brief description of myself. I am six feet tall and weigh about 240 pounds. My main source of income is fixing cars at a different car dealership during the day and only decided to get a second job, so I can destroy any reminence of a social life that may be left after the 6 a.m. to 5 p.m. Job.

The original night guard was my father who had procured this job for extra income so he could assist my brother who is attending school down in Texas and can’t work due to his receiving a full ride baseball scholarship and having a rigorous training schedule.

My father was burning himself out working more hours than the day is long. He asked me if it would be possible to take every other day to give him a hand. “Of course,” I responded due to the fact that having some extra cash would be nice.

Nothing happened for the first fall and winter months until spring rolled around in mid April if I recall. I don’t remember the entire call, but I do remember the first words he said in one of the calmest voices I’ve ever heard from his mouth, “I found a guy who blew his head off behind the dealership.”

I understand that the way my father broke the news to me may shock some people, but my father is a former sheriffs deputy and police officer who had been in law enforcement for almost 20 years. This kind of talk and at the time, what I thought was his dark sense of humor being normal.

“Why are you ******* with me at one in the morning,” I promptly responded.

In an annoyed tone he stated,” just get down here.”

I hopped in my truck and made the 45 minute drive in 30, once I realized the seriousness of the 20 second phone call I just hung up from. I arrived behind the dealership as the paramedics were removing the deceased body that once sat in the driver seat of the vehicle now covered in blood. All I could do was gaze at the lifeless body of someone who was alive just a few hours earlier. One of the officers pointed me in the direction of my dad. I would go in to more detail about what I saw, but I don’t want this to become a gore story.

Life moved on and we resume our shift schedule as nothing had even happened. Putting the images in the back of my mind and pushing them down until I eventually forgot all about that night.

It was about a month later when I was checking the doors around the building at the start of my shift because the day-staff usually forget to lock them. I made my way around the building and was not surprised to find the back door unlocked. I decided to take a look around the building having actually never seen the inside before. I made my way around the shop looked at the setup and seeing how it differed from mine. I finally made my way up to the show floor where I proceed to sit at the receptionist desk listening to music videos for a couple hours. I looked at my phone and realized that “a couple hours,” was actually five. I decided way too much time had been spent inside. After putting everything back to the way I found it, I proceed to make my way towards the back door that was still not locked. I was about 3 feet from the door when the most paralyzing feeling ran down my spine, every hair on my body stood up, and I immediately stopped in my tracks. The moment I came to a standstill, I heard a voice behind my right ear as if someone had whispered it to me.

“WAIT! …Don’t go…..” in a very clear, soft, and what sounded to be a young girls voice.

Immediately turning around in shock and very much expecting to see a child behind me. Nothing. I didn’t see anything. I started yelling for someone. Anyone to come out in hopes that I could solidify my sanity, but no one responded. I gave it 5 seconds before I started clearing every room in the dealership with my flashlight and sidearm. As I near the final rooms of the building, the growing anticipation of finding this person had my adrenaline pumping harder than it has ever been. Upon entering the last door and the realization of it only being me in the building. This sent my body in to flight mode and towards the door in a fear fueled sprint. I locked the door behind, got in my truck and sat across the highway for the remainder of the night.

I started bringing my dog with me after the previous incident. “Oakley” is an 80 pound German Shepherd/ Lab mix who is incredibly protective, built like a brick outhouse, and has a very deep bark. Other than that everything was normal for the next three weeks.

This was the end of week number three and all had been quiet other than having to kick out 2 kids off the property while smoking a joint out back. This evening however would turn out to be very different.

It was about two in the morning when I was throwing the ball for Oak. All of a sudden, every light on the property went out and a loud feminine scream emitted from what sounded that I can only describe as coming from every direction at once. The blood curdling screaming was filled with pain and agony that lasted for maybe 30 seconds. I noticed that my dog was trembling between my legs and was also looking every direction in an attempt to find the source. The lights turned back on and the agonizing screaming had stopped just as the lights turned back on. I stood there for a minute trying to work out in my head what just happened. Once Oakley stopped shaking, we sat in the truck until my shift was over.

A week later. I finally decided to tell my dad what was going on and that I was considering quitting. He proceeds to tell me that around the time I encountered the first phenomenon, he had seen someone run through the building and dissolve in to thin air as he spotted it. My dad also said that he heard the scream that I had just described the week before. I didn’t know what to say, but decided I wasn’t completely crazy and could stick it out a while longer.

It was about 9 mints without any incident other than scaring off kids wanting to tag a new vehicle or do donuts in the parking lot. It was the month leading up to when my dad first found the man who committed suicide last year and I received another 1 a.m. phone call.

“I found another one” my father said in the same chilling voice from the original call.

Immediately. Like it was yesterday, flashbacks from the year prior came rushing in to my head that have been repressed for some time. As I again make my way down to the sight at a slightly slower speed than the original. An overwhelming sense of dread came over me upon arrival. Lucky the police were already gone ant the only thing remaining was another car with the driver side covered in blood awaiting the tow truck. I looked at the car from a distance thinking about last year and noticed how the car was parked in the same spot.

I still work the night shift and have no plans of quitting. I still can hear the scream from time to time and see silhouettes moving in the corner of my eye, but nothing has ever physically happened to me and I can’t explain most of it. I hope people will enjoy this story and draw your own conclusions as to what may be here.

I know it doesn’t mean anything from someone on the internet, but these are all true happenings that either my father or myself have witnessed first hand.

The Clown in the woods

So i am a police officer well Special constable to be truthful but what i saw in the woods will ok might stay with me for life.
I was working the night shift 2 nights ago downtown in the city centre ok for a Friday night it was bad members of the public getting drunk and also starting fights after the bars had closed i had only just gotten back out of the station after taking a young male around the age of 16 and who had been under age drinking.
after taking him to the station and getting back on patrol after doing the paper work on him it was a good 2 and half hours after getting back out and nothing happing i got a call from control telling me that there was a 999 call and the caller said the was in the woods i wont say the name of the woods.
but when i got their and cut off my sirens but kept my blue emergency lights on and flashing along with me head lights on and getting to the end of the woods where a building was.
after getting to the end of the woods where a building was and not seeing anyone i contacted my the control room and telling them that it might just be a prank call by youths and was going to check the building out and if needed stay with them until their mother and father/ career comes back and tell them why i am their.
as soon as i got out of my car and only being crewed alone so not have any back up to help me.
when i got out of my car and walked up to the door i noticed they was a song coming from within the building along with laughing i knocked on the door and someone turning down the song the door slowly opened when i went into the building in question and checked every where and not seeing anyone well that’s when i was about to leave the building that’s when i saw around 9 to 10 people dressed up as clowns but was only at the back door and all holding hunting knifes.
this being England and me not able to carry and weapon on my parson and seeing them all have knifes i ran to my car all the while reaching for my radio emergency button on top and getting no response from the control room back at HQ but being able to get inside my car and revers out of the wood i drove away still trying to reach help when i remembered my phone i called 999 and told the operator who i was when she put me thou to police and the control room asking why i wasn’t answering my radio .
before i could explain i heard a explosion and saw smoke and fire coming from the woods when i told control what had just happened they told me to keep everyone back and the fire services are on their way as we speak.
after the fire service put the fire out and i went to see for myself i saw the building the clowns was in and a little note the note read HAPPY HALLOWEEN PIG signed ~killer Miller~ .
so clowns we will be looking out for you this time.

Skin walker

Just sharing my quick story. I had ZERO idea what I had seen until listening to some of your stories. I lived in a small farming village of about 300 for a few years. The area was rather close to the largest Adena burial mounds in my state. I had been living in our house for about a year now and had recently gotten a dog who was training to be my service dog because I have multiple sclerosis and have severe balance issues. Well about 3 months after getting him it was around 2 am in the morning and I was in the kitchen getting a drink.I heard my dog outside barking! It was not uncommon for this to happen as I work night shift from home and would let him out to potty on a lead. The thing is I did not recall taking him outside. So I brushed it off as an m/s memory lapse. I went out to get him and he was at the base of our 25 ft wheelchair ramp and refusing to come inside. That is a strange thing because he was doing GREAT in his training and knew to come when called asap because it was needed. I remember getting frustrated with him as this is very out of character. The light from our solar spot light was dim and I looked at my dog. Something was off about his appearance. His hind legs suddenly seemed taller than his back legs and I noticed I couldn’t see his normally fluffy tail wagging (it never stops wagging). He stood there barking at me and his bark sounded off. It sounded almost as if someone (a human) was trying to imitate a dog bark. It was a good imitation but it was not a dog bark. I figured all of this was just due to my tired state and the lack of caffeine in my system. I started to slowly walk down the ramp when suddenly I heard my dog behind me. Clawing at the back door trying to get out. He was snarling. I had never heard him snarl and have not since hear this from him. It was then I realized something was wrong and I went inside and locked the door. I honestly thought I was just beyond the point of exhaustion however the hair on his back was standing up straight. Ever see a long haired golden retriever have hair standing on end? He looked scary even to me his handler. I went to my computer after this and logged out and went to bed. I just could not deal with this. The entire night my dog laid on my feet on the bed not moving.

It was not until I listened to a few of your native legends that I realized I was not crazy. I finally broke down and told my husband of the occurrence and the first thing he said to me is “That was a skin walker!”. My husband is Native American and grew up hearing stories about things that go bump in the night.

Scares me to think about it even to this day!

My 2 hotel cleck stories

I work has a late-night shift supervisor for a hotel on the ghetto side of town near a major highway in Louisiana. Our hotel locks it doors after dark for safety reasons. to check in you had to do though a window.
ALL BEGIN IN JAN 2011, a girl I work had something happen to her. (this girl is lesbian and never saw a naked man in her life,) Late 1 nite during her shift a guy n a dark 4 door car park sideways n front of the window. After a while she felt the guy watching her. Then the guy was blowing kisses at her and he was DOING SOMETHING TO HIMSELF (U CAN GUESS WHAT IT IS) She gave him a gross but shock reaction and she called the police & gave them plate number, but they never came. Nx morning manager who is transgender basically a girl with a manhood. The girl asks our manager does a manhood really like that. The manager said yes. The guy got the reaction he wanted. I came back from my 2 days off to the grave yard shift. I had no idea what was waiting for me.
It was after midnight I noticed a car with a man in a Freddy Krueger shift it pulled n sideways in front of the check in window. at 1st i thought he was waiting 4 someone. After a couple of minutes i got the feeling he was watching me. Then i remembered what my co-worker told me & i no it was the same car. I called the police. I no this guy wanted me 2 look at him so 2 make sure i wouldn’t look at him. I started 2 watch GNR videos. Once i start watching GNR i don’t pay attention at anything at all. I notice out of the corner of my eye he even pulled up little more. But i didn’t look all.
Then a customer n a big truck pulled up on the side of the car & block his view of me. So then the car left. not even 2 minutes later the cops showed up. it was too late.
He seems to always show up after our security left at 2am and b4 5am.
Over the nx 2 yrs he would show up in different vehicle but always the same damn Freddy Krueger shit every four months. One time he showed up I called the non-emergency police report for my cell phone so he wouldn’t me doing it. He seems to always leave b4 they would show up. I found out from the city police that he was doing these for months only to the hotels who had check out windows when a girl was working by herself with no onsite security on non-busy nights. They have called THE NORTHSIDE JACKOFF BANDIT.
The last I saw him was in summer of 2013 b4 I left. It was after 2am and I wasn’t n a good mood with migraine. Bandit took to whole new level. He got out the car and hit behind brink column nx 2 the check in window. He peeks around the corner i saw his Freddy Krueger shirt. I realize who it was. I got pissed and got up to unlock the door. I ask him what in the hell he wanted. He told me he was love with me. That I was beautiful and just wanted to look at me. IDK if he was jacking off. I yelled to get the hell off the property. If not, I would call the police and have him charged with trespassing, stalking, and harassments. I also told him if you don’t want us to spot you easily stop wearing the damn Freddy Krueger shirt. What the matter that only shirt you got. NOW FUCKING LEAVE. I shut the door and lock. When I return to check out window he was taking off in his car. At the point I was so done with this shit and drama at the hotel.
For a long time I feared this guy because idk who he was. I have stalkers and creepers b4 but I knew who they were. Once I comfort him I realize I had nothing to fear. After I left I was still friends with one the ladies that work there another 2 yrs. She told him at the still showed up but not on the property just the road in the front of hotel. You guess it still wearing the same damn Freddy Kruger shift. The police never caught him or figure out who he was. Even though the hotels the bandit hits had good security cameras and had a clear pic of him. Still nothing.
Over this period the hotel did receive some creepy phone calls all the time but not when I was there. IDK if it was bandit or not. We were never sure.
SPECIAL NOTE: If the guy had got out of the car and came to the window and flashed me. I would have pointed and laughed at him and said. U R PROUD OF THAT SMALL THING.
PS this wasn’t my most scary experience at the hotel. Its have to do with paranormal. But that a story for another time.

My 2nd story:

One late December Nights in 2011 it was is it from Midnight when I got call from the person staying in room 121. That one of our hotel is that the rooms are located on the outside. The left side was double rooms and on the right side was single rooms. Our hotel was under reservation so a lot of the rooms were out of order. Room 120 run is located on the double side way toward the back of the hotel. And the room above 221 was out of order do the air conditioner not working.
So I get a call from The Guest Inn 121 but there is a loud party going on upstairs in that room. The guests can hear people talking laughing and some music coming from my room. I’m tell our head of security what is going on. Mr. Paul claims he made his rounds 20 minutes before but yet didn’t hear anything. The guest claimed round it started about 10 minutes ago she heard people running upstairs laughing and
giggling slamming the door and her and loud music. I guess even claim she could smoke what was like cigarette smoke. So I got the maintenance man who also doubled as the front desk clerk to watch the front desk.
When I hung up with a customer I went check the surveillance cameras which also has mic=
s on them. Luckily room 221 the camera was right above it. So when I clicked on the screen to enlarge the picture me and mr. Paul can hear music and people laughing with in the room. But no one was outside the room on the baocony like the customer said she heard. So me and mr. Paul figured they went back inside because they heard the customer complain somehow. So I grabwent my cell phone and it’s Paul and I walked to the floor and the back of the hotel to go to the room.
While walking to the room we can hear the loud musicLic in the room which was weird because it sounds like 20s music. We both heard people laughing it’s not like they were dancing and smelled cigarette smoke. so we went upstairs and banged on the door. The minute mr. Paul knocked on the door is like everything stopped. And we didn’t hear nothing else.
It’s like you went dead silent. We looked at each other and confusion knowing what we heard. Mr. Paul who’s also doubles housekeeper at night use his master key to open the door. There was no one in the room. The room was hot cuz due to no air conditioning but it was still cold outside almost 30 degrees with a 20 degree wind chill. But the room was like almost 90=C2=B0. We smelled smoke outside the room but there was no cigarette smoke inside it.
.. We heard people in the room with the loud talking laughing and the music.

It sounded like a raging party going on when we were outside the door. We even heard it over the security camera microphone. this spooked us spooked us to the Bone. Me and mr. Paul stepped in the room and we searched it but found nothing. Even though the room was in 90 degrees in winter We still got a cold chill down our spine and had the feeling of being watched.
now I have investigated the Paranormal but this truly spooked me out. We left the room and lock the door. I miss the Paul decided to steal it off. The customer in room 121 who came outside to watch the whole thing. was so creeped out by the whole thing. she asked to be moved to another room period on the other side of the hotel. being the manager in charge that night I did that for her without extra charge.
mr. Paul left at 2 in the morning. The maintenance man who also doubles as a security guard from 2 to 7 until the morning guard showed up. A lot of customers around that room including the maintenance man claim they can hear the music. But the only one that complained was the one directly under the room.
If multiple people had complained including the maintenance man our policy is we don’t go investigate the rooms ourselves we call the police. When the hotel owner showed up at 7 a.m. I had. to explain to him what happened. He did not believe until he saw the camera footage and speaking to the guest in room=C2=A0 121 and reading the nightly logs from the front desk and security. mr. Paul backed up everything that happened. the hotel owner decided to keep it on the down low and the guest in room 121 he gave her a whole week free if she agree to sign a confguestiality agreement. as for me and most of all we already signed one when we =
first got hired at the hotel. and to make sure we really didn’t say anything he gave me this to Paul and the maintenance man some nice raises in our paychecks and some extra days off with pay and some nice Christmas presents.

The hotel owner was part of the Hindu religion got it blessed to make doub=
le sure it would happen again he also got a Catholic prayer release to bledsth9 to. After that he had the room sealed off permanently and erased all evidence of it including the security footage. up until the time he sold it the hotel at was the last thing that ever happened that was the ParanormAl.
I never went back there again. but Mr Paul and the maintenance man claimed that =
every time they go near that room they feel like they’re being watched. So it was voided at all cost. But what Stills baffles us that the hotel’s manager in-laws lived at the hotel on the other side and they claim they didn’t=
hear a thing. But I know for a fact that every customer that occupied 15 out of the 84 rooms tat were still in use at the time heard the loud music. They were the only ones that didn’t hear it

My Ex’s Night Shift Horror

This story is from the perspective of my ex-boyfriend.

I’m a male, and I’m an American living in Australia and I did night shift occasionally at a Chinese food shop when me and my ex girlfriend were together. It wasn’t too bad as first, I was making $25 an hour whether I was working day or night. Now, I’m going to mention I don’t work there anymore due to personal reasons. Well, I guess I better get to the scary stuff.
Well, I was working the night shift alone one night, and it was a Tuesday night as I remember. I saw some weird looking dude walk into the store and he seemed normal at first. He ordered some Mongolian beef, sweet and sour pork and a 1.25L bottle of Solo. So I did up his order, and he paid. Then he looked me dead in the eyes and said my deceased father’s full name. My gut instantly knotted, and I started getting that feeling in there that you get when your body picks up when you’re in trouble. I simply said to him, “That was my father’s name. Did you know him?” He simply chuckled and then said MY full name. In that moment, I excused myself and told my old boss aboout the dude. My boss was an old dude from China, but pretty energetic and fit. When he got out to where I was working, he pretty much confronted him and started yelling at the creep to leave me alone. He cackled in a spooky way and in that moment, I snapped. I started screaming so loud, I lost my voice for a few days. I rang New South Wales police while my boss was trying the get the weird guy out of the shop. While on the phone, I peeked out to see if my boss was okay. What I saw, I could not believe. My boss had pinned down the guy and had managed to get a good view of his face. According to my boss, he looked a lot like Keanu Reeves, but a lot more uglier, not to say the actual Keanu Reeves is ugly. When the police arrived, the dude was arrested and I later found out he was well known for dealing methamphetamine and was found to have traces of it on him. I also found out he had been stalking me because apparently I looked like a younger version of him, and that I had stolen his youth. I left that shop when I moved with my current girlfriend to the big city. Jeez, I hope I never have to be that scared in my life ever again.

During My Night Shift

This happened during my night shift back in my former job, I was working late because I still have a lot of paper works to finish that evening. It was around [6:00] PM and I was alone inside the office, I was facing my computer when all of a sudden I hear a sound in the other side of the office, so I stood up and checked it out. There was no one there, Nothing fell. So I brushed it off and think of nothing, then a few minutes later another sound but that time it sounded like someone is also filing some papers and it is coming from the stock room just a few steps behind me, I didn’t bother to check it out and I just continue finishing up my paper works and then next thing was the whole area where I was at became colder but the air condition was already off for an hour and then it felt like someone was standing behind me. I kept on pretending like I didn’t sense it at all then I heard the computer wires behind me was being pulled, I hurried up on my loads and I quicky turn off my computer then on the computer screen was a dark shadow form looking behind me. I grab my bag and I bolted out the office, A few months since that incident happen I request for a transfer in a different office because ever since I keep on hearing whispers and random creepy footsteps whenever I am alone in that office and it even follows me to the rest room or to the lobby it’s creepy and scary.

The night shift stalker

So this just happend the other day, my freind who’s name I won’t disclose because of privacy reason I’ll just call him teddy. My friend teddy was over at my house for the weekend to hangout, play video games etc. anyways Saturday night around [2:30] we get really hungry so we decided we’ll try and walk to get something. As we’re walking to the gas station we have to pass by a McDonald’s that the drive thru is only open, but this homeless man is lurking around all creepy, we think nothing of it and carry on, right as we’re going to cross the street he kicks a empty can and starts following us. He follows us to the gas station and just creepily stands outside for a few minutes until he decides to walk in after us and stands awakrdly at The atm, we tell the store clerk and she strikes up a conversation just to buy us time and make it look unsispicos so we evantly leave and we go into this dump off that leads to a theater and we walk for a bit and thne we look behind us to see him standing there in the shawdos looking at us. Anyways we run and escape him and never see him again. But 2 days later my friends mom mentions somebody by that gas station was murdered by a homeless dude and my heart sank realizing me and teddy nearly escaped death that day.

17 Creepy Confessions from Retail

17 Creepy Confessions from Retail

Most have us have worked in retail, and some of us have some very scary retail stories to share! Enjoy these allegedly true retail horror stories with scary music and horror sound effects! Read more “17 Creepy Confessions from Retail”

I Was the Target

In the five years that I have worked retail, this story sticks out for me the most.

Three years ago, I worked a closing shift. Now, I was a cashier, so it was just me, my shift supervisor and the security guard at the registers. The store itself was dead, so I decided to clean around our dollar section. This dollar section sits behind our little island of a service desk, which is where my supervisor was working. About half an hour before we finally closed up shop, a couple came in looking to return some items. No big deal. People come in to return their crap around this time a lot.

Since my supervisor was working the desk, my tired 19 year old bum continued to fix the displays around the desk and dollar section. That is, until I heard the telling click of a camera. I nervously glanced at my surroundings through my hair. Can you guess what I found? Yup. The man that came in with his other half had his fricking phone pointed right at me! The click I heard was from him taking my photo.

Again, I heard the clicking sound. Over and over, this freak wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he’s creeping on me! I booked it to the other side of the desk, now pretty much hiding behind my supervisor. The security guard was nowhere to be found. I desperately hoped he was back in his office and calling the damn sheriff on this freak.

The couple completed their return and finally, freaking finally, left my store. I watched as they walked to their car, relaying what just happened to my supervisor. Of course, he just thought I was overreacting. He must have just been taking some selfies, right? Uh, no. If he wanted to do that, he could have stayed right next to his partner. Plus, taking a picture of yourself at the angle the phone was at, makes you look like a giant thumb. No, I know a creeper when I see one. I’ve watched too many horror movies not to.

The time for locking the doors came and I walked to the back with Mr. Security to clock out. I told him about the service desk incident. He told me he saw what the guy was doing and went in the back to check the many cameras. Sure enough, our super high quality cameras caught this guy just blatantly taking pictures of me.

I was escorted to my car by him. Outside sat a red minivan with that same couple inside, watching me. The moment they saw I wasn’t alone, they booked it outta there. I’ve never seen a van peel out so fast.

I requested to never work a closing shift ever again after that, but this company likes to screw over the employees, so I never got that change until I moved to a different location and started a new position.

Yes, I should have gone to the police. But I was a very timid 19 year old girl who would rather not bother the police over something so trivial. Thankfully, retail has hardened me and now I wouldn’t think twice about calling someone out for being an asswipe. It does scare me that there are photos of me out there. I changed a lot in the last three years. Hopefully tattoos and piercings and major weight loss makes me look very different than what’s on that phone.

If anyone else encounters someone like this, don’t be a horror movie cliche like me. Go to the police. Tell someone. I was lucky enough to never encounter this freak again or have it easily escalate into something terrible, but not everyone can be so lucky.