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Sensitive Subject Warning. Also a true story. Of all the days for my shift to swap, As I stood behind the bar in my work tank top, Mel was on house keeping, She ran into the bar weeping.
I hate working the bar. First off, I have no clue why I get assigned it considering I'm only 18- I can't even drink yet. My boss is a dumbass sometimes. Which is most of the time.
increasingly aware that this peaceful time is running out and that if I want to get out of here without an argument I’m going to have to be quick.
the bar was almost empty now with only the few people for whom a work schedule was not an issue remaining.
Rumors were rife about the alleyway behind the tavern. It was haunted, folks said. Haunted by the ghost of a young girl who had been found murdered in that self-same passage.