My name is Elizabeth. I am working in the Chicago Bakery for at least seven months.It was outside the city. So not much people use to come here. This happened when I was about to leave for home. I was inside my car, ready to leave when I saw a person in a black hoodie behind the Bakery. The washrooms were there. So I figured he was just going there. I was pretty sure he was a man. But there was something strange about him. I was thinking then I realized that I forgot to close the bakery properly. No sooner was I going inside then I heard footsteps behind me. Then I realized that I never saw the man before going to the washroom. I turned back. Nothing was there. I quickly closed the bakery and was on my way to the car when I heard the washroom door creaking shut.I tried to walk faster. Then I thought to turn around. And I did, and I do not think I will ever forget what I saw. I saw a man whose eyes were wide, he had a fork on one hand and raw human meat on other. Half eaten. I ran toward my car. I got inside and started it. I started to drive faster. I could hear the man screaming that he would kill me next time. I called the police. And they found nothing except a photo of me working in the bakery. I don’t know when did he take that picture but from then on I only work in daytime and go away on afternoon, for I need money for complete college and as soon as I finish my final exam I will leave the bakery forever. For now I am trying my best to be safe.
Author: Anmol Rout