The Watcher at 2:11 AM

This is a true story… and it started on her night shift, when a stranger began watching her.

She was 19, working alone on the night shift at a small gas station in Chicago.

Barely any money. Barely any sleep. And every night, the same unsettling silence between

2 and 4 AM. Then he showed up. An old man who never spoke… he just smiled. Every night.

Always at 2:11 AM, on the dot. He bought the same coffee and stared — not at her — but

at the security camera above her. One night, he slid a business card across the

counter. No name. No logo. Just an address… deep inside an abandoned

industrial district. She ignored it for two weeks — until the strange things started.