Friday-Fictioneers 19 April 2024.
The Night Creep
Shop staff called John the night creep.
He had been a salesman during the day and a security officer at night.
The CCTV recorded his patrols; hood up and his shoes squeaking on the parquet.
Sometimes, he was at three places all at once, squeak, and squeak.
He insisted the system must be faulty.
Then jitters ran up and down his spine when he heard howlers.
Hoods up reflecting in the windows; cotton pickers moaning around the mall; squeak, squeak.
When challenged, they became invisible.
There were no thefts.
One night, John vanished.
The CCTV still records him.
Squeak, squeak.