Every Sunday, he sat in the same booth. Quiet, polite, always in the same worn plaid shirt. He ordered coffee, sometimes pie, and left a $100 tip beneath the cup. She thought he was just a kind regular. Until one night, curiosity got the better of her. She snapped a photo as he walked out, posting it online with a simple thank you. Ten minutes later, her phone rang. It was her mother — and her trembling voice made her blood run cold. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI