The Unwelcome Visitors

I work reception at a warehouse office. Nothing special—phones, sign-ins, deliveries.

But last Friday, something happened that shook me up worse than anything in my life.

It was around 8:40 PM, just me and the night shift guys in the back.

I’m locking up when three men walk in. No badges. No delivery. No appointment.

Just… staring at me. They weren’t dressed like workers—black hoodies,

backpacks, hands deep in their pockets. One stepped forward and said,

“We’re here for a pickup.” We don’t do pickups that late. And I hadn’t seen

them before. I told them the office was closed. The man smiled—not a friendly smile,