In the eerie darkness of 2:30 AM, while toiling away in the deserted restaurant, a shadowy figure materialized outside the window, his presence unnerving. Initially dismissed as a drunken specter, he loomed ominously, his intent obscure. Ignored and unnoticed for a fleeting moment, he emerged wielding a monstrous rock, its weight promising destruction. With a savage force, he brought it crashing down upon the window, shattering the barrier between safety and peril.
His eyes, ablaze with malice, bore into ours as he uttered chilling words, Kill every last one of you." Panic gripped us as we scrambled to summon aid, clutching feeble kitchen knives for defense. The assailant, having sown terror, retreated to the shadows, vanishing into the night with a sinister promise hanging in the air.
Minutes stretched into eternity until the wail of approaching sirens shattered the silence, though their arrival felt agonizingly delayed. However, their search yielded no trace of the malevolent intruder, leaving us to confront the lingering dread of his unresolved threat.
Haunted by the specter of violence, we dared not linger in the restaurant's darkened halls. The subsequent intrusion served as a grim testament to the evil that lurked in the night. I abandoned that cursed place with trembling resolve, vowing never to return. To this day, I don't regret it at all.
