I remember working at a restaurant for about 2 years, and we later began to hear stuff that doesn’t relatively had greatness.
Here’s the layout of the cafe to make it simpler to infer the things occurring. We had two floors, the central floor and the cellar. The main floor has two locations, a pizzas preparation area in the beginning and a kitchen at the back. Following to the kitchen is a restroom and next to the bathroom is a step, directing to the basement. In the basement, there’s a changing compartment and right next to the compartment is the proprietor's studio, and a few feet down is a huge walk-in fridge that’s permanently shut.
It was a rainy day, my colleague, Ramesh arrived at work and went directly to the restroom. While he was there he listened to a loud thump from the bathroom gate. He was stunned for a moment, he guessed it must be another colleague who came in, but when we reached down to change, no one was there. A couple of weeks departed, Ramesh was alone at night, he was busy with the closing of the restaurant and cashiering, suddenly he listened to a loud outcry coming from the fridge. When he strolled to the front, he saw...