# Most Disturbing 5 True Costco Horror Stories For Sleep The Night Shift That Still Haunts Me!

An episode of [AfterDark Reddits](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1896809423), 28 Oct 2026, 41 min.

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## Transcript

[0:03] Speaker 1: Three days before payday and I was flat broke, $ 14. 23
[0:06] Speaker 1: in my checking account, and that was after canceling Spotify
[0:10] Speaker 1: Premium and transferring the last $ 6 from Venmo. I'd been
[0:14] Speaker 1: working part-time unloading trucks at a distribution center, four, hours
[0:19] Speaker 1: of sweat and forklift fumes for barely enough to cover rent, gas,
[0:22] Speaker 1: and whatever cheap groceries I could scrounge together. San Antonio
[0:26] Speaker 1: isn't kind to the broke, especially in October when the
[0:29] Speaker 1: AC still runs 24-7 and your energy bill feels like
[0:32] Speaker 1: a second rent check The fridge was basically a crime scene.
[0:36] Speaker 1: One expired yogurt, half a jar of pickles, and a
[0:39] Speaker 1: loaf of bread that had turned green. I hadn't had
[0:42] Speaker 1: a real meal in two days. Hunger has a way
[0:45] Speaker 1: of making you ignore pride. I grabbed my keys, muttered
[0:49] Speaker 1: something about getting rice and beans, and headed to Costco.
[0:54] Speaker 1: Costco always gave me weird feelings. I don't know, something
[0:58] Speaker 1: about how everything's bulk-sized and sterile. The bright lights and
[1:02] Speaker 1: spotless concrete aisles feel too clean. Like if something bad happened,
[1:06] Speaker 1: you'd never know because it'd be scrubbed out by morning. Anyway,
[1:09] Speaker 1: I kept my head down and went straight to dry goods.
[1:12] Speaker 1: That's when I saw it. A brown box, wedged between
[1:15] Speaker 1: two pallets of Kirkland brand protein. Bars and those mega
[1:19] Speaker 1: packs of toilet paper. No label, no SKU, no tape.
[1:23] Speaker 1: Nothing to mark it as anything at all. Just dusty
[1:26] Speaker 1: cardboard in a store where everything is tracked and tagged.
[1:30] Speaker 1: I looked around. No employees nearby. Nobody is watching. I
[1:35] Speaker 1: picked it up. Heavier than I expected, maybe five or
[1:38] Speaker 1: six pounds. I shook it gently. No rattle, just something
[1:42] Speaker 1: shifting inside. My curiosity got the better of me. I
[1:46] Speaker 1: slid a box cutter from my hoodie pocket and cracked
[1:48] Speaker 1: it open right there in the aisle.
[1:51] Speaker 2: Inside? Polaroids. Dozens. Some bent. Some faded. All of them looked... old.
[2:00] Speaker 2: But the one on top?
[2:02] Speaker 1: That was me, standing in this very aisle, from just
[2:05] Speaker 1: a few minutes ago. And I hadn't seen a single
[2:09] Speaker 1: person take it. At first I thought it was some mistake.
[2:13] Speaker 1: A weird coincidence. But when I flipped through the photos,
[2:17] Speaker 1: my stomach dropped. They weren't just random old pictures. These
[2:22] Speaker 1: were all from Costco. My Costco. Aisles I walked every week.
[2:28] Speaker 1: Corners of the freezer section. The self-checkout area. Most were strangers,
[2:32] Speaker 1: but a few, a few had me in the background. Blurry, unfocused,
[2:37] Speaker 1: half visible in the reflection of freezer doors or mirrors
[2:40] Speaker 1: on the end caps. The picture on top still haunts me.
[2:44] Speaker 2: It was me.
[2:46] Speaker 1: Standing in that exact aisle, head tilted, looking at snack bars.
[2:51] Speaker 1: Exactly what I was doing maybe three minutes before I
[2:54] Speaker 1: found the box. Same hoodie, same scuffed sneakers, same slight
[2:59] Speaker 1: slouch I get when I haven't eaten all day.
[3:02] Speaker 2: I looked around fast. No one near me.
[3:05] Speaker 1: I felt watched, though, like something heavy was pressing on
[3:09] Speaker 1: my shoulders. I put the box in my cart, walked
[3:11] Speaker 1: quickly to the back corner near the seasonal items, and
[3:14] Speaker 1: sat on a patio chair set that was way out
[3:16] Speaker 1: of my budget. I pulled the box onto my lap
[3:19] Speaker 1: and dug deeper. There were more Polaroids. One of a
[3:23] Speaker 1: child standing in the frozen food section, his expression blank
[3:27] Speaker 1: like he didn't know someone was taking it. Another of
[3:30] Speaker 1: an elderly woman at the sample station. Then one more
[3:33] Speaker 1: of me again. This time checking my phone. Timestamped for
[3:37] Speaker 1: a time that hadn't even happened yet.
[3:40] Speaker 2: I checked.
[3:41] Speaker 1: It was 4.12 p.m. The timestamp read 4.18 p.m. My
[3:47] Speaker 1: stomach turned. I shoved the photos back in the box,
[3:50] Speaker 1: closed it up, and left the store without buying anything.
[3:53] Speaker 1: The cashier didn't even scan it. Just gave me a
[3:55] Speaker 1: weird smile and a wink like we were in on
[3:57] Speaker 1: something together. Back in my car, I locked the doors,
[4:02] Speaker 1: turned on the AC and just sat there. I checked
[4:06] Speaker 1: behind me. I kept checking. That night I dreamed in snapshots. Grainy,
[4:12] Speaker 1: washed out, with the sound of a camera shutter snapping
[4:15] Speaker 1: every time I moved. I didn't tell anyone at first.
[4:19] Speaker 1: What would I even say? Hey, I found a box
[4:23] Speaker 1: of creepy old Polaroids in Costco and one of them
[4:25] Speaker 1: is a picture of me from five minutes ago?
[4:28] Speaker 2: Yeah, no. People already thought I was strange enough. But
[4:32] Speaker 2: it got worse.
[4:34] Speaker 1: The next morning, I woke up and shuffled into the
[4:36] Speaker 1: kitchen to microwave water for instant coffee. And there it was.
[4:40] Speaker 1: Another Polaroid. Just sitting on the counter like it had
[4:44] Speaker 1: always been there. This one showed me. Asleep in my bed.
[4:49] Speaker 1: Mouth slightly open. Head tilted toward the window. It wasn't
[4:53] Speaker 1: just creepy. It was impossible. My door was locked shut.
[4:58] Speaker 1: The window bolted. No one could have taken it. I
[5:03] Speaker 1: ran around the apartment, checking every lock, every corner. Nothing
[5:07] Speaker 1: was broken. Nothing out of place. Just that damn photo
[5:11] Speaker 1: staring up at me with its faded border and curling corners.
[5:14] Speaker 1: Later that day, I checked the box again. More Polaroids
[5:18] Speaker 1: had appeared.
[5:19] Speaker 2: New ones. Still of strangers.
[5:21] Speaker 1: Some crying, some smiling too wide. But always taken in Costco.
[5:26] Speaker 1: Always that same off-angle perspective. like whoever took them was
[5:30] Speaker 1: crouching behind shelves or mirrors. And then I found another
[5:34] Speaker 1: of me. This one had me walking down the cereal
[5:37] Speaker 1: aisle at 6.02 p.m. Same time stamp on the back,
[5:41] Speaker 1: same clothes. The exact moment I went back to Costco
[5:45] Speaker 1: that evening, hoping to talk to someone about what I found.
[5:48] Speaker 1: I was in the photo before I ever stepped foot inside.
[5:52] Speaker 1: It didn't feel like paranoia anymore. It felt like surveillance,
[5:56] Speaker 1: but not digital. Something older, slower, analog. like someone was
[6:00] Speaker 1: watching me and deliberately showing me that I was being watched.
[6:04] Speaker 1: When I got home that night, there was no new
[6:06] Speaker 1: photo waiting. Instead, someone had scratched the word stop into
[6:12] Speaker 1: my front door. I didn't go to work the next day.
[6:15] Speaker 1: I didn't shower.
[6:15] Speaker 2: I barely ate.
[6:17] Speaker 1: I sat in the middle of my apartment with the
[6:18] Speaker 1: lights off, every curtain drawn, the unmarked box sitting on
[6:22] Speaker 1: my coffee table like it was made of lead. But
[6:25] Speaker 1: you can't stay scared forever. Eventually, Fear turns into anger,
[6:30] Speaker 1: or maybe just exhaustion. That afternoon, I shoved the box
[6:34] Speaker 1: into my backpack and drove back to Costco. The store
[6:37] Speaker 1: looked normal. Bright lights. Happy families. That same damn smell
[6:42] Speaker 1: of rotisserie chicken and floor cleaner. I walked up to
[6:46] Speaker 1: customer service and asked to speak. To a manager. What
[6:50] Speaker 1: kind of box? The woman asked. We don't sell anything unmarked.
[6:54] Speaker 1: I opened my bag and showed her.
[6:56] Speaker 2: She blinked. You're not supposed to have that. What do
[7:00] Speaker 2: you mean? I asked. But she just shook her head.
[7:04] Speaker 2: We've had issues before. I'm sorry.
[7:09] Speaker 1: Before I could ask more, she turned and walked straight
[7:12] Speaker 1: into the warehouse area.
[7:15] Speaker 2: She never came back.
[7:16] Speaker 1: A younger employee offered to help, but he didn't even
[7:19] Speaker 1: know what I was talking about. On my way out,
[7:22] Speaker 1: I saw him. A man, late 30s maybe, hood up
[7:25] Speaker 1: standing near the tire center. As I passed, he stepped
[7:29] Speaker 1: forward and whispered, You shouldn't have opened it.
[7:32] Speaker 2: No expression.
[7:33] Speaker 1: Just those five words. Then he slipped into the crowd
[7:37] Speaker 1: and was gone. That night, my apartment was different. My
[7:41] Speaker 1: door was unlocked. My drawers opened. The box was gone.
[7:45] Speaker 1: I called the police. No sign of forced entry, the
[7:49] Speaker 1: officer said. Nothing stolen. Are you sure you didn't misplace it?
[7:54] Speaker 1: I showed him the Polaroid from the day before of
[7:57] Speaker 1: me sleeping. He squinted, shrugged. Probably staged. You want to
[8:03] Speaker 1: file a report or not? The next morning, an envelope
[8:06] Speaker 1: waited on my doormat. Inside, a new photo. I was
[8:11] Speaker 1: in the background, blurry, standing in front of a different Costco,
[8:15] Speaker 1: in Houston, and I'd never been to Houston. But I
[8:19] Speaker 1: think I'm headed there now, because I need to know
[8:22] Speaker 1: who's taking these and why me. I'd been working at
[8:32] Speaker 1: the Tacoma Costco since April, just after I turned 17.
[8:36] Speaker 1: My goal was simple. Save enough money for community college
[8:40] Speaker 1: and maybe upgrade my rusted-out Civic. I stocked shelves part-time
[8:44] Speaker 1: after school, worked weekends, and pulled doubles on school breaks.
[8:49] Speaker 1: Costco wasn't glamorous, but it had rhythm. There was something
[8:52] Speaker 1: comforting about that rhythm. Forklifts humming, customers shuffling, the distant
[8:56] Speaker 1: chatter of samples being offered, the mix of pizza grease
[8:59] Speaker 1: and industrial cleaner in the air It was predictable safe
[9:05] Speaker 1: that Tuesday started off like any other, the sky was
[9:09] Speaker 1: gray and the rain had been coming in waves since morning.
[9:13] Speaker 1: I'd pulled the one to nine shift and was in
[9:15] Speaker 1: the middle of my cereal aisle restock. When I noticed them,
[9:19] Speaker 1: the woman was probably mid fifties, brown hair pulled back
[9:23] Speaker 1: in a bun that had long since given up. Her
[9:25] Speaker 1: coat was too thin for the weather and her cart
[9:27] Speaker 1: held only a few items. Paper towels, canned soup, a
[9:30] Speaker 1: dented pack of bottled water. But it wasn't her card
[9:34] Speaker 1: I noticed. It was her hands. They shook slightly when
[9:38] Speaker 1: she reached for a box of Cheerios. Behind her was
[9:41] Speaker 1: a boy, 19 or 20 at most. He looked like
[9:44] Speaker 1: someone who hadn't slept in days. Hoodie up, sleeves tugged
[9:48] Speaker 1: way down over his hands, lips moving like he was
[9:51] Speaker 1: muttering to himself. I saw him rearranging boxes on the shelf,
[9:55] Speaker 1: but it was aimless, jittery. One sleeve had a dark
[9:58] Speaker 1: blotch on it, something wet. or stained I did what
[10:02] Speaker 1: we're trained to do I walked up offered help tried
[10:05] Speaker 1: to keep my voice easy ma'am can I help you
[10:09] Speaker 1: find anything she looked at me just briefly but in
[10:14] Speaker 1: that second her eyes said something her mouth didn't help
[10:17] Speaker 1: me and her son He froze like he knew I
[10:21] Speaker 1: saw it. I tried to play it cool. That's what
[10:24] Speaker 1: you're supposed to do in retail. Smile through weirdness. Stay polite.
[10:29] Speaker 2: Don't. Escalate.
[10:31] Speaker 1: But something about the kid had me on edge. He
[10:33] Speaker 1: wasn't just tired or out of it. He was wired, paranoid.
[10:37] Speaker 1: He kept looking over his shoulder like someone was following him,
[10:40] Speaker 1: even though no one was. I kept stalking but watched
[10:43] Speaker 1: them out of the corner of my eye. They headed
[10:46] Speaker 1: toward the paper goods section. aisle 12 by the bulk
[10:49] Speaker 1: toilet paper and tissues. That's a dead zone for cameras.
[10:53] Speaker 1: No visibility from the front. If something were to happen,
[10:55] Speaker 1: it'd be there. I radioed Jorge, our shift lead. Hey Jorge,
[11:00] Speaker 1: got eyes on a situation near aisle 12. Might be nothing,
[11:03] Speaker 1: but can you roll by? He said he was helping
[11:06] Speaker 1: a customer by the electronics cage and would check in
[11:09] Speaker 1: a few.
[11:10] Speaker 2: I was on my own.
[11:11] Speaker 1: I walked toward aisle 12 under the pretense of restocking
[11:15] Speaker 1: tissue boxes, nerves crawling up my spine.
[11:18] Speaker 2: That's when it happened.
[11:20] Speaker 1: The boy, Caleb, I'd later learn, blocked the end of
[11:24] Speaker 1: the aisle with his body, just stood there, between me
[11:28] Speaker 1: and the way out. And then, out of nowhere, he
[11:32] Speaker 1: pulled something from his hoodie pocket, a box cutter. He
[11:36] Speaker 1: didn't wave it around or yell. He just held it low, subtle.
[11:41] Speaker 1: But I saw the blade catch the overhead lights. You
[11:44] Speaker 1: saw nothing, he whispered. His voice was too calm like
[11:49] Speaker 1: he was trying to convince himself. Behind him, the woman
[11:52] Speaker 1: mouthed something to me. Just two words. Call 911. My
[12:00] Speaker 1: heart pounded in my throat. I nodded slightly and backed away,
[12:04] Speaker 1: keeping my eyes on the kid. He didn't follow. He
[12:07] Speaker 1: just stood there, breathing hard. I ducked behind the end
[12:12] Speaker 1: cap and hit the emergency code button on my walkie.
[12:15] Speaker 1: Three taps. Silent alarm. Meant for exactly this. Something bad
[12:21] Speaker 1: was happening. And it was about to get worse. I
[12:24] Speaker 1: don't remember exactly how I got to the tire center.
[12:27] Speaker 1: I just know my legs moved before I had time
[12:29] Speaker 1: to think. That's where the main panic alarm was. The
[12:33] Speaker 1: one that activated the store-wide alert. Flashing lights. Lockdown protocol.
[12:38] Speaker 2: That sort.
[12:40] Speaker 1: A thing wasn't supposed to happen at a Costco. As
[12:43] Speaker 1: I rounded the corner near the seasonal section, I heard
[12:45] Speaker 1: shouting behind me. the kind that makes your stomach drop
[12:48] Speaker 1: before your brain catches up. I turned just in time
[12:51] Speaker 1: to see Caleb grab his mom, by the arm, hard,
[12:55] Speaker 1: and shove her into a stack of toilet paper pallets.
[12:58] Speaker 1: The whole display wobbled like it might collapse. Stop, don't
[13:02] Speaker 1: touch her, I shouted without thinking, and immediately regretted it.
[13:07] Speaker 2: He turned his head.
[13:08] Speaker 1: His eyes were wide, glassy, and completely disconnected from reality.
[13:14] Speaker 1: They're In the walls, he screamed, raising the box cutter.
[13:17] Speaker 2: They're watching, all of you.
[13:19] Speaker 1: Customers started backing away, some pushing their carts between themselves
[13:23] Speaker 1: and him like shields. I heard someone yell, call the cops.
[13:28] Speaker 1: But I'd already hit the panic alarm. Red strobes started
[13:31] Speaker 1: flashing overhead. An automated voice started, playing over the intercom.
[13:36] Speaker 2: Emergency.
[13:38] Speaker 1: Please proceed to the nearest exit. A security guard... Tom,
[13:42] Speaker 1: one of our older guys, stepped in from the liquor aisle. Hey, bud,
[13:47] Speaker 1: let's put the knife down, okay? He said, voice calm.
[13:50] Speaker 1: That kind of calm that only works if you're used
[13:52] Speaker 1: to tense situations. Caleb didn't put it down. He slashed
[13:57] Speaker 1: at Tom, catching him in the arm before bolting past
[13:59] Speaker 1: the jewelry cases. Everything blurred. People were screaming. The scent
[14:04] Speaker 1: of pizza and cleaning supplies was suddenly mixed with panic.
[14:08] Speaker 1: Caleb ran past me, knocking over a table of discounted sweatshirts.
[14:12] Speaker 1: I ducked, hands shaking, heart thudding like a bass drum
[14:15] Speaker 1: in my chest. Somewhere in the chaos, I heard his
[14:18] Speaker 1: mom crying. The police showed up within four minutes. Four
[14:22] Speaker 1: minutes felt like an hour. They found Caleb sitting on
[14:25] Speaker 1: the cold cement floor near the rotisserie chicken display, rocking
[14:29] Speaker 1: back and forth. The box cutter was gone, tossed somewhere
[14:33] Speaker 1: between aisle three and the bakery, but they found it later.
[14:36] Speaker 1: Dull blade, duct taped handle. He didn't resist, didn't speak,
[14:41] Speaker 1: just sat there, repeating something under his breath, something about bugs,
[14:46] Speaker 1: under his skin and wires in the ceilings. Whatever he
[14:49] Speaker 1: was seeing, it wasn't reality.
[14:51] Speaker 2: Mrs.
[14:52] Speaker 1: Delaney, his mom, was checked out by medics. Bruises on
[14:56] Speaker 1: her arms, shoulder dislocated from being shoved. She didn't press charges,
[15:00] Speaker 1: but the cops didn't need her to. They arrested Caleb
[15:03] Speaker 1: under a mental health crisis hold and took him for evaluation. Later,
[15:08] Speaker 1: I learned more than I wanted, too. He'd been diagnosed
[15:12] Speaker 1: with untreated paranoid schizophrenia. She'd been trying to keep him
[15:16] Speaker 1: stable without proper help.
[15:18] Speaker 2: No insurance. No real support.
[15:20] Speaker 1: Costco was the only place she could afford to buy
[15:23] Speaker 1: bulk items and stay under budget. She wasn't shopping. She
[15:27] Speaker 1: was hiding in public. His backpack had a notebook inside.
[15:31] Speaker 1: Pages and pages of hand-drawn store layouts, paranoid maps, notes
[15:35] Speaker 1: about eyes in the shelves and watchers in red vests.
[15:39] Speaker 1: My name was written on one of the pages. I
[15:42] Speaker 1: didn't sleep that night. I handed in my two-week notice
[15:45] Speaker 1: the next day, but I never went back.
[15:48] Speaker 2: I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw
[15:52] Speaker 2: his face. Those eyes.
[15:55] Speaker 1: Vacant but burning at the same time. I still shop
[15:58] Speaker 1: at Costco, but never alone. I avoid the cereal aisle.
[16:03] Speaker 1: I flinch when forklifts beep too loud. Trauma does. That
[16:07] Speaker 1: to you. It wires itself into the mundane.
[16:11] Speaker 2: Mrs.
[16:12] Speaker 1: Delaney sent me a letter through management. A thank you.
[16:15] Speaker 1: An apology. Said she was getting help now for both
[16:19] Speaker 1: of them. I didn't write back. Costco never really talks
[16:22] Speaker 1: about it. There's no plaque or policy document that says,
[16:27] Speaker 1: Remember the kid in October. But the signs are there.
[16:30] Speaker 1: New cameras in the corners. A posted crisis counselor in
[16:34] Speaker 1: the break room. Quiet changes. Made without acknowledgement. Jorge still
[16:39] Speaker 1: works there. He told me the security guard needed ten
[16:42] Speaker 1: stitches and a tetanus shot but came back within the week.
[16:45] Speaker 1: Said Tom joked that the toilet paper wall softened the blow.
[16:49] Speaker 1: It's funny how something so routine, clocking in, stacking boxes,
[16:53] Speaker 1: offering help, can shatter in seconds. Sometimes I think about
[16:58] Speaker 1: going back just to say hi, to prove to myself
[17:01] Speaker 1: that I'm not scared anymore. But then I remember how
[17:04] Speaker 1: it felt, the second she looked at me in the
[17:07] Speaker 1: cereal aisle and didn't say a word. just pleaded with
[17:11] Speaker 1: her eyes. That moment doesn't leave you. People assume violence
[17:16] Speaker 1: comes with loud noises and warning signs, but sometimes it
[17:19] Speaker 1: comes quietly, in shaking hands, in whispered threats, in the
[17:25] Speaker 1: soft rustle of a hoodie sleeve. I don't work at
[17:28] Speaker 1: Costco anymore. I take classes now, psychology mostly, trying to
[17:34] Speaker 1: understand what happened, why it stuck with me, why I
[17:38] Speaker 1: can't forget the smell of that day, echo of his
[17:41] Speaker 1: voice yelling about walls i don't have answers yet maybe
[17:46] Speaker 1: i never will but i still carry pepper spray in
[17:49] Speaker 1: my purse still check my exits still feel a jolt
[17:52] Speaker 1: when someone walks behind me in a hoodie costco moved
[17:55] Speaker 1: on and so did i sort of the man's presence
[18:04] Speaker 1: was oppressive his sunburned face inches from my window i
[18:08] Speaker 1: could see the beads of sweat on his forehead the
[18:11] Speaker 1: way his eyes darted around, scanning the parking lot. His
[18:15] Speaker 1: threat hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. I forced
[18:19] Speaker 1: a calm expression, though my pulse was pounding in my ears. Look,
[18:24] Speaker 1: I said, keeping my voice steady. I don't want any trouble.
[18:28] Speaker 1: He smirked, revealing yellowed teeth.
[18:30] Speaker 2: Trouble?
[18:32] Speaker 1: Who said anything about trouble? Just asking for a little help.
[18:36] Speaker 1: I glanced at the dashboard, noting the time. Liz had
[18:40] Speaker 1: only been gone a few minutes, but it felt like
[18:43] Speaker 1: an eternity. The sun's glare made it hard to see
[18:46] Speaker 1: inside the store, and I had no idea how much
[18:49] Speaker 1: longer she'd be. Sorry, I repeated, firmer this time. I
[18:54] Speaker 1: can't help you. His eyes narrowed and he tapped the
[18:58] Speaker 1: glass with a dirty fingernail. You sure about that? Like
[19:02] Speaker 1: I said, it'd be a shame if something happened. To
[19:05] Speaker 1: your car. I felt a surge of anger but tamped
[19:08] Speaker 1: it down. Engaging would only escalate the situation. Instead, I
[19:13] Speaker 1: reached for my phone, holding it up so he could see.
[19:17] Speaker 1: I'm calling security. For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes
[19:21] Speaker 1: flicking to the phone. Then, with a sneer, he stepped back. Whatever, man,
[19:27] Speaker 1: he muttered, turning away. I watched as he sauntered off,
[19:29] Speaker 1: weaving between parked cars, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder.
[19:34] Speaker 1: My grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white.
[19:38] Speaker 1: I took a deep breath. trying to steady myself. A
[19:41] Speaker 1: few minutes later, Liz emerged, from the store, a shopping
[19:45] Speaker 1: cart laden with items. I jumped out to help her,
[19:49] Speaker 1: my eyes still scanning the lot for any sign of
[19:51] Speaker 1: the man everything okay she asked noticing my tension yeah
[19:58] Speaker 1: i lied forcing a smile let's just get out of
[20:01] Speaker 1: here as we loaded the last of the items into
[20:04] Speaker 1: the trunk i couldn't shake the feeling of being watched
[20:07] Speaker 1: the man's parting words echoed in my mind a lingering
[20:11] Speaker 1: threat that refused to be dismissed. With Liz safely inside
[20:15] Speaker 1: the car, I started the engine, the familiar hum offering
[20:19] Speaker 1: a semblance of comfort. The air conditioning blasted, but I
[20:23] Speaker 1: still felt a cold sweat on my back. I glanced
[20:26] Speaker 1: in the rearview mirror, half expecting to see the man
[20:28] Speaker 1: approaching again.
[20:30] Speaker 2: What's wrong?
[20:31] Speaker 1: Liz asked, her brow furrowed. I hesitated, debating whether to
[20:36] Speaker 1: tell her. But before I could decide... A blur of
[20:39] Speaker 1: red caught my eye. The man was back, emerging from
[20:42] Speaker 1: between two SUVs, his gait unsteady but purposeful. Lock your door,
[20:49] Speaker 1: I said sharply. Liz's eyes widened, but she complied without question.
[20:55] Speaker 1: The man was closing, the distance his expression a mix
[20:58] Speaker 1: of anger and desperation. Go, Ryan, Liz urged, her voice
[21:03] Speaker 1: tight with fear. I didn't need further prompting. Shifting into reverse,
[21:08] Speaker 1: I backed out of the parking spot quickly but carefully,
[21:11] Speaker 1: mindful of pedestrians and other vehicles. The man broke into
[21:15] Speaker 1: a run, his hand reaching out as if to grab
[21:17] Speaker 1: the car. Faster, Liz shouted. I shifted into drive and
[21:22] Speaker 1: pressed the accelerator. The CRV responded immediately, putting distance between
[21:27] Speaker 1: us and the man. In the side mirror, I saw
[21:30] Speaker 1: him stop breathing heavily. His face contorted in frustration. As
[21:35] Speaker 1: we exited the parking lot, I kept checking the mirrors
[21:38] Speaker 1: half expecting him to appear again. My hands trembled slightly
[21:43] Speaker 1: on the wheel. Who was that? Liz asked her voice, shaky,
[21:47] Speaker 1: just some guy asking for money. I replied, understating the encounter.
[21:52] Speaker 1: Let's just get home. The rest of the drive was silent.
[21:57] Speaker 1: Both of us lost in our thoughts. The incident had
[22:00] Speaker 1: shaken us a stark reminder of the unpredictability of the world.
[22:05] Speaker 1: Back at our apartment, the reality of what had happened
[22:07] Speaker 1: began to sink in. Liz sat on the couch, her
[22:10] Speaker 1: arms wrapped around herself while I paced the living room.
[22:13] Speaker 1: We should report it, she said finally.
[22:16] Speaker 2: I nodded.
[22:18] Speaker 1: Yeah, I'll call the non-emergency line. The dispatcher listened patiently
[22:23] Speaker 1: as I recounted the incident, asking for a description of
[22:26] Speaker 1: the man and the events that transpired. She assured me
[22:30] Speaker 1: that an officer would look into it and advised us
[22:33] Speaker 1: to be cautious. That night, Sleep was elusive. Every noise
[22:39] Speaker 1: outside made me jump and I found myself replaying the
[22:41] Speaker 1: encounter over and over. Could I have handled it differently?
[22:46] Speaker 1: Was there a way to avoid confrontation altogether? Two days
[22:50] Speaker 1: after the encounter, I got a call from Officer Hernandez
[22:53] Speaker 1: with the Phoenix PD. He'd reviewed the Costco security footage
[22:57] Speaker 1: and confirmed what I already knew. Our panhandler had been
[23:00] Speaker 1: lurking around the lot for hours, testing car handles, harassing shoppers,
[23:05] Speaker 1: and even following, a few women to their cars before
[23:08] Speaker 1: backing off. They'd picked up a man matching the description
[23:12] Speaker 1: later that evening, passed out behind a dumpster near the
[23:14] Speaker 1: food court, jersey and all. He didn't have a weapon
[23:19] Speaker 1: on him, Hernandez told me, just a pocketful of coins,
[23:22] Speaker 1: an expired Costco membership card and half a bottle of
[23:25] Speaker 1: rotgut whiskey. Hearing it out loud gave me a weird
[23:28] Speaker 1: mix of relief and unease. No weapon, but it didn't
[23:33] Speaker 1: mean he wouldn't have escalated.
[23:35] Speaker 2: We were lucky.
[23:37] Speaker 1: After I hung up, Liz and I sat at the
[23:39] Speaker 1: kitchen table in silence. She traced the condensation on her
[23:43] Speaker 1: iced coffee while I stared at the Costco receipt from that.
[23:47] Speaker 2: Day, $ 4.
[23:47] Speaker 1: 99 rotisserie chicken included. It felt absurd that something so
[23:52] Speaker 1: routine had almost spiraled into violence.
[23:55] Speaker 2: Do we go back? She asked. To Costco? I laughed.
[24:00] Speaker 2: We have to.
[24:02] Speaker 1: Where else are we going to get six pounds of
[24:04] Speaker 1: trail mix for ten bucks? She smiled, but I could
[24:08] Speaker 1: still see the worry behind her eyes. When we finally
[24:12] Speaker 1: returned the following weekend, we parked near the tire center,
[24:15] Speaker 1: where we noticed new cameras installed and two security guards
[24:18] Speaker 1: patrolling on foot. One nodded at us, and I gave
[24:22] Speaker 1: him a grateful nod back. We kept pepper spray in
[24:25] Speaker 1: the cup holder now, and Liz had downloaded a personal
[24:28] Speaker 1: safety app. Small changes, smart ones. The truth is, nothing
[24:32] Speaker 1: happened that day, technically. No one got hurt, no car
[24:36] Speaker 1: was damaged, and we made it to the Grand Canyon
[24:38] Speaker 1: just fine. But it changed how we moved through the world.
[24:42] Speaker 1: We were more alert, less trusting. A little older in
[24:46] Speaker 1: a way that had nothing to do with birthdays. Every
[24:49] Speaker 1: time I pass a red Cardinals jersey in a crowd now,
[24:51] Speaker 1: I flinch. It's dumb, but not really. Because once you've
[24:56] Speaker 1: seen what desperation looks like up close, sweaty, angry, and
[25:02] Speaker 1: three feet.
[25:02] Speaker 2: From your window, you don't forget it ever.
[25:10] Speaker 1: The thing no one tells you about freelancing is how
[25:13] Speaker 1: often your fridge ends up looking like a metaphor for
[25:15] Speaker 1: your life. Mostly empty with a few odd items that
[25:18] Speaker 1: expired weeks ago. That was me sitting in my Seattle
[25:23] Speaker 1: studio apartment at 8 47 PM on you a rainy
[25:27] Speaker 1: Tuesday in November, staring into a humming fridge that contained
[25:30] Speaker 1: half a bottle of Sri Racha and expired vanilla yogurt
[25:34] Speaker 1: and two eggs. I was too afraid to smell rent
[25:37] Speaker 1: was due in five days. My checking account balance read 1432s.
[25:43] Speaker 1: My next invoice wouldn't clear until Thursday. I'd been living
[25:47] Speaker 1: off black coffee and ramen for the past week, and
[25:49] Speaker 1: the cheap kind too, the kind that comes in a
[25:52] Speaker 1: styrofoam cup, not even the halfway decent stuff with the
[25:55] Speaker 1: spicy packets.
[25:57] Speaker 2: It had been a rough month.
[25:59] Speaker 1: My biggest client scaled back their contract citing budget restructuring,
[26:03] Speaker 1: and I'd spent the last three weeks bidding on lowball
[26:05] Speaker 1: design jobs, and cranking out social media graphics for a
[26:08] Speaker 1: dog groomer in Ohio who still paid me in Venmo.
[26:12] Speaker 1: So when I realized I was out of peanut butter,
[26:14] Speaker 1: my go-to protein source, I figured I had just enough
[26:17] Speaker 1: gas and cash for one last Costco run to stretch
[26:20] Speaker 1: me through the week. That meant ramen, peanut butter, and
[26:24] Speaker 1: maybe a bulk bag of frozen veggies if I got lucky.
[26:27] Speaker 2: My membership was still.
[26:28] Speaker 1: Active, thankfully, renewed in a moment of optimism last summer
[26:32] Speaker 1: when I thought freelancing would finally start paying off.
[26:36] Speaker 2: It was raining that night as usual.
[26:39] Speaker 1: Not a storm, just that steady Pacific Northwest drizzle that
[26:43] Speaker 1: makes your jacket feel useless. I pulled my hood up,
[26:47] Speaker 1: grabbed my reusable bag, and took the bus two stops
[26:49] Speaker 1: to the warehouse. It wasn't glamorous, but it was warm inside,
[26:54] Speaker 1: and if I timed it right, I could catch a
[26:56] Speaker 1: few free samples. Dinner, in bite-sized portions. That night, I
[27:01] Speaker 1: wasn't thinking about anything except surviving the week. I had
[27:04] Speaker 1: no idea I'd leave that Costco with more than just
[27:07] Speaker 1: cheap groceries. I had no idea that box would change everything.
[27:11] Speaker 1: Costco was winding, down when I got there. Most of
[27:15] Speaker 1: the after-work crowd had cleared out and the overhead lights
[27:18] Speaker 1: had that cold bluish tint that made the entire warehouse
[27:21] Speaker 1: feel slightly off. The floor workers were restocking end caps,
[27:25] Speaker 1: forklifts hummed in the distance, and a guy in a
[27:28] Speaker 1: high-vis vest was using a buffer machine near the tire center.
[27:32] Speaker 2: I kept my list short.
[27:33] Speaker 1: Ramen.
[27:34] Speaker 2: Check. Peanut butter. Check.
[27:38] Speaker 1: I lingered by the frozen aisle but decided against spending
[27:41] Speaker 1: the last of my change on veggies. On my way
[27:44] Speaker 1: to the checkout, I cut through the paper goods section,
[27:47] Speaker 1: figuring I'd see if... The single ply was marked down.
[27:51] Speaker 1: That's when I noticed the box. It wasn't in any
[27:53] Speaker 1: normal place, just shoved haphazardly between two pallets of paper towels.
[27:58] Speaker 1: A small unlabeled brown Kirkland box, no tape, no barcode.
[28:03] Speaker 1: On the side, someone had scribbled as is in black marker,
[28:06] Speaker 1: along with a faded green sticker that just said clearance.
[28:10] Speaker 1: It wasn't heavy when I picked it up, maybe two,
[28:12] Speaker 1: three pounds at most. I shook it gently. No clanking
[28:16] Speaker 1: or shifting inside. Just stillness. I figured maybe it was
[28:22] Speaker 1: overstock or some kind of shelf return. Maybe it was
[28:25] Speaker 1: full of expired protein bars or mismatched Tupperware lids. Whatever
[28:29] Speaker 1: it was, I figured I could use it or flip
[28:32] Speaker 1: it on offer up Either way, I needed the win.
[28:36] Speaker 1: At checkout, I loaded it on the belt with my
[28:38] Speaker 1: ramen and peanut butter. The cashier, a middle-aged guy with
[28:42] Speaker 1: a thin mustache and tired eyes, scanned my items, pausing
[28:46] Speaker 1: when he reached the box. He looked at it, then
[28:49] Speaker 1: at me. You find this in aisle five? He asked quietly.
[28:52] Speaker 2: I nodded.
[28:53] Speaker 1: He gave me a weird little smile. Not friendly, just knowing.
[28:59] Speaker 1: Looks like it's yours now. Then, without scanning it, he
[29:02] Speaker 1: slid it past and handed it back to me. No charge,
[29:06] Speaker 1: he said with a wink. Call it a Tuesday special.
[29:10] Speaker 1: I thanked him, confused but grateful. On the bus ride home,
[29:14] Speaker 1: I balanced it on my lap and wondered what I'd
[29:16] Speaker 1: gotten for free.
[29:17] Speaker 2: I wasn't prepared for what was inside.
[29:20] Speaker 1: Back in my apartment, I set the mystery box on
[29:22] Speaker 1: the kitchen counter and stared at it while boiling water
[29:25] Speaker 1: for noodles. The rain had picked up again, tapping against
[29:29] Speaker 1: the windows like impatient fingers. I dried off my hoodie
[29:33] Speaker 1: and figured I'd open the box while dinner cooked. The
[29:36] Speaker 1: tape had already been cut, only the folded flaps held
[29:39] Speaker 1: it together. closed i peeled them back slowly half expecting
[29:43] Speaker 1: broken electronics or discount dog toys but what i found
[29:47] Speaker 1: was far stranger inside were photographs dozens of them polaroids
[29:52] Speaker 1: old and slightly curled at the edges packed neatly in
[29:55] Speaker 1: rows i counted 47 and all Most looked like they
[29:59] Speaker 1: were taken in the 90s. Birthday parties, suburban backyards, people
[30:03] Speaker 1: laughing at barbecues. The clothes and hairstyles were all vintage.
[30:07] Speaker 1: Mom jeans, bowl cuts, windbreakers. Every photo was time-stamped in
[30:13] Speaker 1: faded ink across the white Polaroid border, and each one
[30:16] Speaker 1: had a location handwritten in neat, tidy cursive. Issaquah, Costco,
[30:22] Speaker 1: July 1997.
[30:22] Speaker 2: Redmond, 1995.
[30:23] Speaker 1: Everett, March, 1999. At first, I thought maybe someone had
[30:33] Speaker 1: been documenting Costco events. Maybe a former employee, a marketing person.
[30:40] Speaker 1: But there were no logos or signage, just families, couples, employees,
[30:45] Speaker 1: all candid, all unposed. Then I got to the last photo.
[30:51] Speaker 2: It was me.
[30:53] Speaker 1: Standing in Costco earlier that evening, near the giant flat screen, TVs.
[30:59] Speaker 1: I was pushing my cart with one hand and checking
[31:01] Speaker 1: my phone with the other. The image was crystal clear,
[31:05] Speaker 1: taken from maybe 20 feet away. The timestamp said 7.52 p.m.,
[31:10] Speaker 1: the exact time I'd been in that aisle. My stomach dropped.
[31:14] Speaker 1: My pulse kicked up. There was no way this photo
[31:19] Speaker 1: could have been taken by accident. Someone had followed me.
[31:21] Speaker 1: Someone had taken my picture, printed it, and somehow slipped
[31:24] Speaker 1: it inside the box before I got home.
[31:26] Speaker 2: Either that, or it had been waiting for me all along.
[31:31] Speaker 1: I dropped the photo and backed away from the box
[31:33] Speaker 1: like it had burned me. My mind raced, trying to rationalize, explain, deny.
[31:39] Speaker 1: But deep down, something told me this wasn't just a
[31:42] Speaker 1: weird coincidence. Someone had been watching me, and they wanted
[31:45] Speaker 1: me to know. I barely slept that night. Every creak
[31:49] Speaker 1: in the hallway made me flinch. My eyes kept darting
[31:52] Speaker 1: toward the windows, the shadows beyond the blinds suddenly alive
[31:55] Speaker 1: with possibility. By morning I told myself I was being paranoid.
[31:59] Speaker 1: Maybe someone found a forgotten box in the back of
[32:02] Speaker 1: the store and tossed a joke photo inside. Weird? Sure,
[32:06] Speaker 1: but not dangerous. That illusion shattered when I opened my
[32:11] Speaker 1: front door to a new Polaroid, taped to the frame.
[32:15] Speaker 1: It was a photo of me, sleeping, same timestamp style,
[32:19] Speaker 1: same Polaroid format. The angle was from across the room,
[32:24] Speaker 1: like someone had stood inside my apartment. camera aimed at
[32:27] Speaker 1: my bed. I snatched it down, heart pounding. How had
[32:31] Speaker 1: someone gotten in? I tore through the apartment. Nothing was stolen.
[32:37] Speaker 1: No broken locks. No signs of entry. But another photo
[32:41] Speaker 1: waited inside. This one inside the microwave, showing me brushing
[32:45] Speaker 1: my teeth the night before, taken through the bathroom mirror.
[32:49] Speaker 1: I stared at it. My toothbrush frozen mid-swipe. The final
[32:54] Speaker 1: photo came that night slipped under my pillow. It showed
[32:57] Speaker 1: me holding the original mystery box right after I'd brought
[33:00] Speaker 1: it home. My mouth was open like I'd just said something. One,
[33:05] Speaker 1: hand hovering above the lid. But it wasn't just the photo.
[33:09] Speaker 1: Scrawled across the bottom in red ink, uneven and jagged,
[33:12] Speaker 1: were five words. You shouldn't have opened me. That was
[33:16] Speaker 1: the moment I lost the last shred of disbelief. I
[33:20] Speaker 1: unplugged my microwave, locked every window and shoved furniture against
[33:24] Speaker 1: the door. My studio had become a cage. but it
[33:27] Speaker 1: felt safer than whatever waited outside. I never saw the
[33:31] Speaker 1: man from the checkout again. But I started noticing my
[33:35] Speaker 1: building's maintenance guy. He wore an old badge with the
[33:38] Speaker 1: name scratched off. The same style, same lettering. I tried
[33:42] Speaker 1: to ask questions at Costco a few days later. They
[33:46] Speaker 1: just said inventory shifts get boxed as is all the time.
[33:49] Speaker 1: No one seemed to know where the clearance sticker came from.
[33:53] Speaker 1: I never got answers, only more questions. I moved out
[33:57] Speaker 1: two weeks later, broke my lease, packed what little I had,
[34:01] Speaker 1: and found a sublet near Capitol Hill, smaller but less exposed.
[34:06] Speaker 1: I never went back to Costco. I started shopping at
[34:09] Speaker 1: Trader Joe's. It cost more, sure, but everything's labeled, everything's clean,
[34:14] Speaker 1: no hidden boxes. I got a new lock, a new phone,
[34:18] Speaker 1: even replaced my laptop just in case. Started sleeping with
[34:21] Speaker 1: the curtains shut, the lights on. At first I told
[34:24] Speaker 1: myself I was overreacting, but that voice... Reasonable, logical, was
[34:29] Speaker 1: quieter now. I've kept the box, though. Tucked away in
[34:33] Speaker 1: a storage bin, sealed and duct-taped. I haven't looked at
[34:37] Speaker 1: the photos since, but I couldn't throw them out. Something
[34:40] Speaker 1: about them feels like evidence of what, I'm not sure.
[34:44] Speaker 1: Sometimes I think about the people in those old Polaroids.
[34:48] Speaker 1: Were they being watched, too? Were they warned?
[34:52] Speaker 2: Did they ignore it, or.
[34:55] Speaker 1: Worse, a few nights ago I walked past a different
[34:57] Speaker 1: Costco I didn't go in. Just stood outside and watched
[34:59] Speaker 1: the automatic doors slide open and closed, open and closed.
[35:03] Speaker 2: It looked harmless. Just another warehouse.
[35:06] Speaker 1: But I noticed a man standing by the entrance wearing
[35:08] Speaker 1: a red vest, scanning receipts. He wasn't checking anyone's. Bag's
[35:13] Speaker 1: just staring. He looked at me as I passed. Not long,
[35:16] Speaker 1: just enough to recognize me.
[35:19] Speaker 2: He smiled. And that's when I knew. This wasn't over.
[35:23] Speaker 2: Not yet.
[35:30] Speaker 1: Driving for Costco had been my gig for the past
[35:33] Speaker 1: three years. After stints with various delivery services, I found
[35:37] Speaker 1: stability here. The pay was solid, averaging around $ 55, 000 annually,
[35:42] Speaker 1: and the benefits were comprehensive. Each morning began at the
[35:47] Speaker 1: depot with a thorough vehicle inspection, ensuring everything was in
[35:51] Speaker 1: working order. Safety was paramount. We adhered strictly to protocols.
[35:56] Speaker 1: from securing loads to maintaining detailed logs. My route typically
[36:01] Speaker 1: covered the suburbs outside Portland, Oregon, delivering a range of
[36:05] Speaker 1: items from bulk groceries to large appliances. Most customers were friendly,
[36:10] Speaker 1: often greeting me with a smile or a nod. Some
[36:13] Speaker 1: even offered water or snacks, especially during the hotter days.
[36:18] Speaker 1: But there were always exceptions, occasional odd encounters that left
[36:22] Speaker 1: me uneasy. Still, nothing in my experience had prepared me
[36:25] Speaker 1: for what happened on that drizzly Thursday in October. The
[36:29] Speaker 1: afternoon had been uneventful until I reached a quiet, cul-de-sac
[36:33] Speaker 1: lined with towering evergreens. The house in question was unremarkable,
[36:38] Speaker 1: with a neatly trimmed lawn and a driveway devoid of cars.
[36:42] Speaker 1: As I approached with a package of Kirkland Signature toilet paper,
[36:46] Speaker 1: I noticed the front door was slightly ajar. This wasn't
[36:50] Speaker 1: entirely unusual. Some customers left their doors open anticipating the delivery. Still,
[36:56] Speaker 1: protocol dictated caution.
[36:59] Speaker 2: Costco. Delivery, I called out, waiting for a response. Silence.
[37:06] Speaker 1: I set the package down and turned to leave when
[37:08] Speaker 1: a man appeared from around the side of the house.
[37:11] Speaker 1: He wore gardening gloves and sported a wide, unsettling grin.
[37:16] Speaker 1: Thanks for bringing that, he said, his tone flat. Something
[37:20] Speaker 1: about him felt off, but I couldn't place it.
[37:22] Speaker 2: I nodded.
[37:23] Speaker 1: Offered a polite smile and turned back toward my truck.
[37:26] Speaker 1: That's when I felt the cold press of metal against
[37:29] Speaker 1: my back. Let's take this inside.
[37:32] Speaker 2: He murmured.
[37:33] Speaker 1: He guided me through the open door into a sparsely
[37:35] Speaker 1: furnished living room. The air was thick with the scent
[37:39] Speaker 1: of dampness and something metallic downstairs. He instructed nodding toward
[37:45] Speaker 1: a door leading to the basement. My mind raced weighing options.
[37:50] Speaker 1: Running seemed futile. He had the advantage. Complying, for now,
[37:55] Speaker 1: seemed the safest bet. I descended the creaky wooden stairs
[37:59] Speaker 1: into a dimly lit basement. The concrete walls were lined
[38:02] Speaker 1: with shelves holding miscellaneous items. Paint cans, old tools, boxes
[38:06] Speaker 1: labeled with dates. In the center stood a support beam
[38:10] Speaker 1: with zip ties dangling from a hook. Hands behind the beam,
[38:14] Speaker 1: he ordered. I hesitated, and he pressed the gun harder
[38:18] Speaker 1: against my side. Reluctantly, I complied. He secured my wrist
[38:23] Speaker 1: with the zip ties, pulling them tight enough to pinch
[38:25] Speaker 1: but not cut off circulation. Now, your keys and phone,
[38:29] Speaker 1: he demanded. I felt a surge of panic but knew
[38:33] Speaker 1: resistance was futile. He took them and ascended the stairs,
[38:37] Speaker 1: leaving me in the dimly lit basement. The sound of
[38:40] Speaker 1: the door locking echoed in the confined space. Alone, I
[38:46] Speaker 1: took deep breaths, trying to quell the rising panic. Recalling
[38:50] Speaker 1: a trick my brother, a firefighter, had taught me, I
[38:54] Speaker 1: began rubbing the zip tie against the rough edge of
[38:56] Speaker 1: the support beam. The friction burned my skin, but I persisted.
[39:02] Speaker 1: Minutes felt like hours, but eventually the tie snapped. I
[39:05] Speaker 1: rubbed my sore wrists and scanned the basement for an exit.
[39:09] Speaker 1: A small high window caught my eye. Stacking some boxes,
[39:12] Speaker 1: I managed to reach it. With considerable effort, I pried
[39:16] Speaker 1: it open and squeezed through, scraping my back in the process. Once, outside,
[39:21] Speaker 1: I ran through neighboring yards, adrenaline fueling my movements. A
[39:25] Speaker 1: startled homeowner called out and I quickly explained my situation.
[39:30] Speaker 1: They ushered me inside and dialed 911. Within minutes, Officer
[39:34] Speaker 1: Ruiz arrived, a half-eaten Costco muffin in hand, a look
[39:37] Speaker 1: of concern on his face. The police investigation revealed unsettling details.
[39:43] Speaker 1: The house had been rented using a fake ID and
[39:46] Speaker 1: the man was nowhere to be found. My delivery van
[39:50] Speaker 1: was discovered abandoned behind a 7-Eleven, its contents untouched except
[39:54] Speaker 1: for the slashed-open toilet paper packages. Strangely, nothing was missing.
[39:59] Speaker 1: The most baffling detail. The order had been placed from
[40:02] Speaker 1: my own phone. In the weeks that followed, I returned
[40:07] Speaker 1: to work, but with heightened vigilance. I parked strategically, ensuring
[40:11] Speaker 1: clear exit paths. A box cutter became a constant companion.
[40:15] Speaker 1: And I couldn't shake the unease whenever an order consisted
[40:18] Speaker 1: of just one item. The routine deliveries continued, but the
[40:22] Speaker 1: sense of security I'd once felt was irrevocably shattered. Every
[40:26] Speaker 1: door left ajar, every unexpected customer interaction set my nerves
[40:31] Speaker 1: on edge. The job hadn't changed, but I had. God
[40:40] Speaker 1: bless you.

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