My friend called me at 11:46 p.m. and asked me to come to Chipotle. Not because he was scared. Because he had locked his keys inside his car. I drove over. The restaurant was supposed to be closed. But the front door was unlocked. I found him behind the counter, standing completely still. “Where’s everyone else?” He pointed toward the kitchen. “I thought they were with you.” I laughed. He didn’t. The kitchen was empty. No employees. No customers. Just a burrito sitting on the prep line. Still warm. My friend picked up his phone. “I’ve been here twenty minutes. Nobody’s answered me.” “Then why is the food fresh?” He looked at the burrito. His face changed. It had his name written across the wrapper. Not his order name. His full name. We heard something from the dining room. A chair scraping against the floor. We went out front. Every chair was stacked on the tables except one. That one was pulled out. There was someone sitting in it. A man in a Chipotle uniform. His back was toward us. My friend whispered, “That’s my manager.” The man slowly turned his head. It wasn’t his manager. It was my friend. Same face. Same clothes. But his eyes were completely black. He smiled at us. Then my friend’s phone rang. The caller ID said: ME My friend answered. His own voice came through the speaker. “Whatever you do, don’t let him see you leave.” We ran into the kitchen. The back door was locked. My friend searched for the keys. I looked through the small window in the door. The parking lot was empty. Then I saw a person standing beside my car. It was me. He was staring directly at the kitchen window. My phone rang. I didn’t answer. A voicemail appeared immediately. I played it. My own voice whispered: “You shouldn’t have brought him here.” I looked at my friend. He was staring at me. “What?” He slowly backed away. “You’re not my friend.” Before I could respond, the kitchen lights went out. When they came back on, he was gone. The back door was still locked. The police arrived ten minutes later. They found no one inside. But they did find my friend’s car. It was parked behind the restaurant. The doors were locked. His keys were still inside. And on the driver’s seat was a receipt from Chipotle. The timestamp was 11:46 p.m. The name on the order was mine. The order was for two people. I had only bought one thing that night. The receipt listed the second item as: FRIEND — NO LONGER AVAILABLE #horrortok #scary #scarystories #horrortiktok #chipotle - @metaphysiko