The Disappearing Night Shift Worker

It was a normal night shift at a small highway convenience store. Jordan,

the night clerk, swept and hummed, as usual. Then, 2:43 AM.

He froze, staring at the doors. No one was there.

Just empty darkness outside. He dropped his broom, walked out,

and never came back. His phone, wallet, keys,

car; all left behind. Nothing stolen. But the CCTV audio,

rarely useful, picked up a faint whisper. A distorted, low voice,

simply said: 'Come with me.' Dogs followed a scent into the woods,