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Alybaba75 :
Limaye guiss rafete na dh 😍
2026-09-25 15:44:10
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Seynabou🥰🥰🥰 :
ohhh Lou rafet la sax ❤️❤️❤️❤️
2026-09-26 20:39:36
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Chez yaye khady traiteur :
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The first thing I noticed was the second drive-thru order. I was alone at Chick-fil-A. It was 11:47 p.m. We had closed twenty minutes earlier. I was finishing the floors before locking up. The parking lot was empty. Then the order screen chimed. ONE MOBILE ORDER. I stared at it. There was no name. No order number. Just: PLEASE WAIT AT WINDOW 2. I laughed because I was tired. I assumed the system had glitched. Then I heard three slow footsteps behind me. Step. Step. Step. I turned. Nothing. The dining room was dark. I went back to mopping. The kitchen light turned on. I froze. I knew I had shut it off. I walked toward the kitchen. The light flickered. Then the cabinet beside the fryer opened by itself. Slowly. I stood there, holding the mop. “Hello?” Nothing. I closed the cabinet. My phone vibrated. It was a text from my manager. DON’T GO IN THE KITCHEN. I stared at it. Then another message appeared. I’M WATCHING THE CAMERAS. I looked toward the security monitor. The kitchen camera showed me standing there. But behind me was someone else. Tall. Very thin. Its head nearly touched the ceiling. I spun around. Nothing. I looked back at the monitor. The figure was closer. Right behind my shoulder. My phone vibrated again. GET OUT. I ran for the front doors. They wouldn’t open. I pulled harder. Locked. Then I heard the drive-thru speaker crackle. A voice whispered my name. It was my own voice. “Come to window two.” I backed away. The kitchen light went off. Then on. Off. On. Each time, the figure was closer on the camera. It wasn’t walking. It was changing positions. I grabbed the fire exit. The alarm screamed when I pushed it open. Cold air hit my face. I ran across the parking lot without looking back. I didn’t stop until I reached my car. Inside, I locked the doors. My phone rang. My manager. I answered. He didn’t say hello. “Where are you?” “Outside.” A pause. Then he whispered: “Don’t move.” I looked through the windshield. The parking lot was empty. Except for my car. And someone standing beside the drive-thru window. I couldn’t see its face. My manager spoke again. “The cameras show you never left.” I looked at the rearview mirror. The back seat was empty. Then my phone vibrated. A new text. FROM MY OWN NUMBER. YOU LEFT SOMETHING INSIDE. The doors unlocked by themselves. And from the restaurant speakers, I heard my voice whisper: “Come get it.” The next morning, police reviewed the security footage. They found nothing unusual. Except one thing. At 11:47 p.m., the footage showed me entering the kitchen. I never came back out. The man who found me outside said I was standing in the parking lot when he arrived. Barefoot. Shaking. And staring at the restaurant. He asked what I had seen. I couldn’t answer. Because behind him, inside the dark restaurant, the kitchen light turned on. And on the security monitor through the window, I saw myself still standing there. Watching us. #creepy #scarystories #scary #fyp #HorrorTok
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