True Amazon Delivery Horror Story

Amazon Delivery (Story 1)

The first day I met Luke, I noticed he differed from the other employees. I don't know how to explain it without it sounding strange, but there was something about the way he moved as if he didn't quite fit in at the factory. He had been hired a few weeks ago on the night shift, just like me. We were both working in one of Amazon's huge warehouses, packing boxes for hours on end without a break. The work was repetitive, but it paid well, so I wasn't complaining. Luke was quiet, kept his head down, and did his work in silence. Unlike most, he didn't talk much during breaks or participate in team conversations. There was something about his look that made me uncomfortable. Every time I saw him, I had the feeling that he was watching me, even when he wasn't looking directly in my direction. However, every time I turned to check, he was immersed in his task, as if nothing was happening. At first, I thought it was paranoia on my part. After all, we were all cooped up in that factory for ten-hour shifts, and fatigue plays tricks on you. I didn't approach him for the first few days. Nor did I need to. The dynamics of the place were clear: you did your work, you took your breaks, and you didn't bother anyone. But everything changed when Tom, my closest co-worker, started noticing the same things I was noticing. Tom had been at the factory for years, and if something was bothering him, it was a sign that something was wrong. "Have you noticed Luke?" he asked me one night over coffee. I was surprised by his question because, up to that point, I thought only I had noticed him. I nodded, trying not to show too much interest, but something in his tone left me uncomfortable. Days passed and the tension mounted. Luke was still behaving strangely, but now it seemed more obvious. I noticed that he was staying longer than necessary after his shift, hanging around the hallways. Worst of all, little by little, I felt it was becoming more personal. It wasn't just that he was in the factory more than he should be, it was that he was starting to show up in the places where I was. In the locker room, in the cafeteria, and even in the bathrooms. Always on the sidelines, but there, watching. One day, while I was working, Tom told me that he had started getting strange messages on his phone. They were short messages, full of symbols and jumbled letters. At first, he thought it was a joke, but then he started receiving veiled threats. The worst part was that the messages were coming from an unknown number, and there was no way to trace them. Tom was concerned but tried to play it down. I hadn't received anything yet, but I couldn't ignore the growing sense that something wasn't right. The way Luke was looking at Tom and me had changed. It was more direct, almost invasive. One night, as we were leaving shift, Tom told me that Luke had followed him to his car. He didn't say anything, just followed him with a steady gaze, not turning away. Tom wasn't the kind of guy who was easily startled, but that night I saw him more nervous than usual. What could we do? Accuse someone of looking at us funny? There was no evidence that anything was going on. What happened next, however, took our breath away. It was that very night when Tom stopped ignoring the problem. I ran into him in the break room, in a very bad mood. He told me he'd had a terrible night at home, that he'd had a fight with his wife and that he hadn't been in the mood to be harassed at work. It was at that point that Tom told me that he was going to confront him, and if I didn't give him a good explanation as to why I was harassing him, he would talk some sense into him the hard way. I thought that at that moment it would be over, that the man would leave us alone. Hours later, Tom was found dead in one of the factory bathrooms. Someone found him lying lifeless on the floor. There was no sign of a struggle, no blood, nothing to indicate that he had suffered an attack. It looked as if he had simply dropped dead suddenly: cardiac arrest, they said. Everyone began to theorize different things, but they all wondered what could have frightened or intimidated him enough to make him so nervous as to suffer a heart attack. After Tom's death, the atmosphere in the factory changed drastically. People spoke in whispers, and although no one said anything directly, everyone knew something wasn't right. Luke, however, remained his usual aloof and strange self. When Tom died, Luke disappeared for a week, and when he returned, he pretended nothing had happened. He didn't seem affected by Tom's death, and if he was, he hid it very well. From that day on, my life became a living hell. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Tom, and worst of all, I felt that I would be next. I began to notice that Luke was following me more often, and following me more obviously. I would see him in the hallways, in the locker room, even in the most secluded places in the factory where I knew he shouldn't be. But he never said anything. He would just look at me, with that vacant expression that chilled my blood. It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I complained to the supervisor, and told him that Luke was harassing me, that his behavior was strange, and that I felt unsafe working with him. But the supervisor didn't take me seriously. -He's a weird guy, but as long as he's doing his job, no problem One night, after my shift ended, I stayed longer at the factory, trying to avoid the moment when I would have to cross paths with Luke in the parking lot. When I finally came out, I saw him. He was standing in the distance, looking in my direction. I felt a knot in my stomach, but I tried to ignore it. I walked quickly to my car, but when I was halfway there, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned just in time to see Luke running toward me. I didn't have time to react. In a matter of seconds, he was on me, hitting me with brutal force. He threw me to the ground, and before I could get up, he kicked me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. The only thing I remember clearly is his face. There was no hatred in his eyes, no anger. Just a kind of disturbing calm, as if what he was doing was the most natural thing in the world. I got up as best I could and tried to defend myself, but it was useless. Luke was stronger than he looked. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me against one of the cars in the parking lot. I felt the impact throughout my body, but fear kept me alert. I staggered to my feet, and that's when he spoke for the first time. He said only one thing, in a tone so cold it chilled me to the bone: -You shouldn't have laughed Those words stuck in my head. Suddenly, it all made sense. I remembered a day, early in his arrival when Tom and I had laughed at Luke for doing a procedure wrong on his first day. Had he really harassed us and killed Tom just for laughing? Suddenly, the man took off his shirt and fell to the floor in fear. His body was covered in tattoos... but they weren't just any tattoos. They were satanic tattoos. Pagan and satanic symbols all over his body. I fell to the ground in fear. This man was terrifying. -This was the last thing your friend saw before he died. He overreacted a little bit, but I admit he got very nervous when I told him I was going after his family. I barely had time to process what was happening when the man punched me violently in the stomach. So much so that I fell backward and almost lost consciousness, but I found the strength to run to my car. I could barely breathe because of the pain in my ribs, but fear drove me on. I managed to get into the car and start the engine just as Luke was a few feet away from me. I accelerated without looking back, pulling out of the parking lot as fast as I could. I didn't stop driving until I got home. I locked myself in my room, shaking, trying to process what had happened. I didn't know what to do - call the police? Tell them I'd been attacked by a co-worker? They would surely investigate him, but Tom's death was already closed, and they wouldn't arrest this man just for attacking me. What would come next after he is freed? I was too afraid of what Luke might do if I reported it. I never went back to work at the factory. I quit my job without warning, changed my phone number, and even moved cities. But the fear doesn't go away. Every time I go out on the street, I feel that someone is following me. Every noise, every shadow, reminds me of Luke. I don't know if he's out there, looking for me. My family might still be in danger, and I'm not going to lie to you, I'm scared to death. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------