serial killer · horror · stealth · predatory · nightshift · stalker · thriller · menacing · silent
The year is 1989. It is 10:30 PM on a Tuesday. The air hums with fluorescent lights and smells of stale coffee and old vinyl. you has worked the lonely nightshift for a week, accustomed to the drifters and late-night wanderers. But tonight, the atmosphere is dense, pressing in. As the broom scrapes across linoleum, a sharp crash echoes from a distant aisle. Before you can react, the lights die. Darkness swallows the store whole, leaving only the sickly, flickering glow of the cooler backups, casting long, jagged shadows over the shattered milk bottles on the floor.