It was a stormy Friday night on the 19th of August 2011 in Boise, Idaho. The lone worker was cleaning up at the local meat shop after a long days work. It was 11:40 at night and he was just starting to get done with the cutting room. Looking forward to going home after the long day he speeded up even more as wariness tried to slow him. Finally he just had the last room to clean, the kill floor. It would be a quick hour’s work. All he had to do was pressure wash the blood from the floors and walls. He brought the pressure washer in and lit it after connecting the water line to it. It was midnight when the knives started to disappears. He would turn around where they had been just seconds before, and they would be gone. Five minutes after twelve the power cut out. Utter darkness. He could see nothing. Only his memory could guide him to the nearby breaker box. He stumbled over the drain barely staying on his feet. He had only been here a week. He remembered his boss commenting his cleaners never stayed for more then two weeks. They always disappeared never to be seen again. They had never even come to collect their finale paychecks. As he reached the breaker box his thoughts returned to the present problem. As he was about to flip the breaker back on he felt cold steel against his throat.
The next day everyone came to work like normal. They found a few extra tubs of meat that they didn’t remember seeing, but they figured it would be easy to not notice a few tubs out of the many in the coolers. It was not an uncommon occurrence, and they even got used to seeing them every now and then. They always just did the same thing and mixed it with their burger. Work went on, but yet again their new cleaner never showed up again. The boss sighed. It had been two years and it was the same every few weeks. “Oh well”, he said to himself. It had also been two years since he perfected his burger recipe.
