I’m scared of Pizza Hut now. It started when I took a closing shift at one. The restaurant was empty by midnight. I was cleaning the dining room when I heard the front door open. The bell chimed. I looked up. Nobody came in. I checked the parking lot. Empty. I locked the door again. Then I heard the kitchen printer start. One order. I walked over. The receipt said: DINE IN — TABLE 6 I looked at the dining room. Every chair was empty. Table 6 was the one closest to the window. I threw the receipt away. A minute later, the printer started again. Another order. Same table. Same food. I called my manager. He sounded confused. “You’re the only person there.” “I know.” Then he went quiet. “Did you lock the front door?” “Yes.” “Good.” He hung up. I checked it anyway. Locked. Then I noticed something. There were wet footprints on the floor. They started at the front door. They led to Table 6. And stopped. I didn’t move. My phone vibrated. It was my manager. Don’t go into the dining room. I stared at the message. Then another appeared. I’m watching the cameras. I looked toward the security monitor. The dining room was empty. Then the image changed. Table 6 was occupied. Someone was sitting there. Their back was toward the camera. They were wearing my uniform. I looked down. I was wearing my uniform. The figure on the screen slowly raised one hand. And pointed toward the kitchen. My phone vibrated again. Don’t look behind you. I did. Nothing. Then the kitchen lights turned off. One by one. The dining room. The hallway. The kitchen. Darkness. I heard a chair scrape across the floor. Then another. Then another. Someone was moving the chairs. I ran for the front door. It wouldn’t open. I pulled harder. The bell above it chimed. Behind me, a voice whispered: “Your order is ready.” I turned. A pizza box sat on the counter. I hadn’t made it. My name was written across the top. I opened it. There was no pizza inside. Just a photograph. It showed me standing in the restaurant. Taken from behind. I was looking directly at the camera. But I wasn’t holding the photograph. Someone else was. I dropped it. The lights came back on. Everything was normal. The door opened. My manager arrived ten minutes later. He found me sitting outside. I quit that night. A week later, I received a message from an unknown number. It was a photograph. My old restaurant. Empty. Except for Table 6. Someone was sitting there. Wearing my uniform. The caption said: YOU FORGOT YOUR LAST SHIFT. Then another message appeared. Tomorrow. 11:47 PM. I deleted both. But at 11:47 the next night, my phone started ringing. The caller ID said: PIZZA HUT — TABLE 6 Thanks for reading. Follow for more stories. #creepy #scarystories #scary #fyp #pizzahut - @metaphysiko