MBS they’re still watching, waiting for me to return

#3d #scary #horrorstories The flickering neon sign outside the diner cast here shadows as I clocked in for my first graveyard shift at 2:00 AM. The place was usually deserted, save for the occasional trucker or insomniac. I thought it would be a peaceful gig, easy money. But then I started noticing something strange. Some of my regulars would vanish by morning. They’d leave no trace. Not even a half antique coffee cup or a crumbled napkin. It was as if they had never been there at all. One night an old man with a weathered face and hollow eyes came in. He ordered the special, a greasy plate of bacon and eggs, and sat in the corner booth mumbling to himself