Growing up, I had the wildest dreams and wished to be a rich successful woman. They were pretty silly now that I look back at them. I work as a waitress in a local bar down town, it doesn't pay the best but after shifts they give us free beer. As an addict, I took up the job almost immediately. The only problem there was the amount of creeps that hang around here. Other than that, it was actually rather nice.
That day, I was assigned a night shift at the bar. While I was working, serving and taking orders from customers, I caught a man in his late 30's or early 40's staring at me.He had an eerie smile and was wearing a dark hoodie. Being used to unwanted attention, I didnt put much thought into it. There was not much i could do anyways. I watched the clock closely, waiting for closing hours. As the minutes passed, I was starting to get uncomfortable. The man, (I later found out his name is Mathew) would not quit looking at me.
As the dark evened out at night, less and less customers were present at the bar. Slowly leaving me and Mathew alone together. I waited patiently for the clock to hit 4 am and hid in the kitchen, I felt safer there because there was a male cleaner on duty. The problem was, I was certain that Mathew knew that too. Then, the bell rung at the counter. I had an order. I slowly walked out of the kitchen with a note pad in hand and a pen, my hands were so shaky i was sure I would drop it. Sure enough, Mathew had placed the order.
As I got to his table at the far end of the bar, I noticed a putrid odor originating from him. I felt as if I was walking straight into satan's arms. The light above his table flickered as I placed his order. In turn, I tried to limit interaction as much as possible, ignoring his persistent attempts at making contact. "Your have really pretty skin, it would look good as a coat." I took a step back, horrified, before rushing back to the kitchen.
A smile stretched abnormaly on his revolting face. When I came back with his order. As I set his order down, he grabbed my arm hard and pulled me closer to him. Once I got closer I felt like vommiting. He reeked of rot. "Let go of me you creep!" I shouted before pushing back and running back. The cleaner looked at me pityfuly, his shift had just ended, meaning I would be alone with that man. I watched him leave, my stomatch churning. I didn't leave the kitchen for another hour or so.
Soon enough, 4 ticked on the clock and I peeked out the kitchen window to see if the man was still there. To my relief, he left. Still, I wasn't fully at ease. I had a terrible gut feeling. Earlier, my brother had said he would pick me up, so I started closing up. I rushed through everything, uncertain if Mathew was fully gone. Once I closed off, my brothers car rolled around and I hurried inside and slammed the door. I finally felt safe.
I wasn't, far from it.
Once the adrenaline rush was over, I started noticing things. Yesterday, my brother died his hair dark green. I laughed at him for it, I thought it was stupid. But this man's hair wasn't green, it was black. I was just to nervous to realize.I forced myself to focus, then I saw it, a dark speck, not dirt, blood. I started panicking and tried yanking the car door's handle. It was locked. This was not my big brother.
Then it hit me, The smell. The familiar, putrid smell. I watched in horror as the man rolled right past my stop, laughing hysterically. "Oh you'll be such a beautiful addition to my collection." My chest tightened. "Right next to your brother's head."