They were slow, deliberate, coming from the back of the store. My heart sank. I grabbed a broom and called out, “Hello? Store’s closed!”

No response, just more footsteps.

I checked every aisle—empty. But the sound didn’t stop. Finally, I went to the security office, pulled up the live feed, and froze.

There, on the screen, I saw myself. Walking the aisles. But I wasn’t holding a broom. I was just… staring.

Looked up from the monitor, and the store was dead silent again. I turned off the cameras, locked the office, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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