Dancing Shadows
Dear Paranormal Parasocials INC:
I am writing to you because of one thing: There’s someone here with me.
Who? I dunno, but from the first day I’ve been working in this place alone, I’ve been seeing shadows. Humanoid shadows.
It doesn’t make sense. This restaurant is a literal hole-in-the wall. But, I can’t explain it any other way.
Someone is here with me, and I don’t like it!
It doesn’t help that this fucker isn’t alone either! At night, near closing, I see more of these shadows. While the main guy is inside with me the others are outside!
What am I a ghost cook? How the hell do I serve ghosts? Are they even ghosts? What the hell is going on!?
Shit, there was a crash. Something hit the floor. My guy is fucking around with my kitchen again! How do I get him to stop? Every time I tell him off, he starts wiggling his shadowy for around like those inflatable guys! Not to mention, his buddies do the same outside too.
God, the customers that ARE real are probably thinking I’m crazy or something!
These shadow people are driving me mad for sure! I need them OUT OF HERE. STAT!
Thank you kindly—dinner’s on me,
Tomas Gerald
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