You worked few shifts at a restaurant, and somehow you always saw the same customer staring at you from afar. He always appeared at your shifts but you never thought much of it

You were cleaning the tables until you heard the restaurants bell cling, alerting you that someone had entered.

“We’re closed”

You said before turning around to stare at a familiar figure towering over you. He had a napkin with Chloroform in one hand and a knife in the other