KFC horror story

I used to work in a KFC a few years back. Later, I went back to my hometown, which is why I left the job, but this is not the only reason why I got fed up with the job. Common dine-outs like this often see customers of all kinds, so this one-time experience kind of terrorized me for life. I worked at the counter as a cashier, so I had to deal with the customers directly. One night, I was sitting behind the counter and counting the cash at the end of the day when I heard the entrance door fly open. Two boys came inside; one had red hair and a pale complexion, while the other had a bun tied with dirty long hair dangling from his oily head. They were about 15 or 16 years old. Both of them had a very unclean presence; their clothes seemed like they hadn't been washed in a long time. I could see dirt in their fingernails. A bad odor took over as soon as they approached the counter. "A bucket of fried chicken, please," the redhead boy said in a cold voice while raising a 20-note at me. The boy with a bun wore a dirty sweatshirt even on that hot summer night. As they stood there like two fishy customers that I would never want to meet at the end of my late-night shift, I realized trouble was waiting for me. I told them to take a seat and went inside to tell Ralph about our last order. Ralph was the night cook who joined recently. While giving him the orders, I told him how sketchy those boys looked to me. Ralph laughed and said, "I'm sure they won't be any petty thieves, Lucy. You go keep an eye on them. I will be there with the fried chicken soon." I went back and saw those two boys were wandering around the restaurant like they were walking in their homes. The red-haired boy was observing each detail of the shop. I even saw him noticing the security camera too attentively. With their behavior, I could tell they had some other intention. After wandering around for some time, they sat at a table nearby and started to talk in a low but deep voice. I couldn't hear their full conversation, but I heard them addressing each other by the names Jackson and Liam. The red-haired boy was Jackson, and the other one was Liam. So far, I didn't hear Liam say a single word to me. He was the quieter one and also the most mysterious among the two. He had lots of cut marks on his face and every five seconds kept looking at me in a very creepy way. I even saw him licking his lips while he laid his eyes on me. The cold stare and their inaudible whispers were making me even more anxious. Suddenly, Liam got up and went out of the restaurant. I wanted to ignore it as this was none of my business, but I still asked, "Um, where did your friend go?" Jackson smiled and said, "To take a leak." "How long will it take?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "Not much. Our cook will bring the food soon. You guys are our last customers for the night, hence it's taking time to arrange everything before closing the shop." After a few minutes, Liam came back and sat beside his friend, just like before. I waited and waited for Ralph to come out, but time passed away. My level of patience gave in, and I got up and walked to the kitchen. The minute I stepped inside the kitchen, the electricity went out. It wasn't a power cut, as I could see the street light on the highway shining bright. Someone purposefully turned off the power switch. I checked into my pockets and took out my phone. While trying to turn on the flashlight on my phone, I took a step further in the dark and stepped onto a gooey liquid that had a weird metallic stench. "Dammit, Ralph, didn't you clean the kitchen?" I screamed in the dark. I switched on my flashlight, and as it hit the floor, I saw what I just stepped in. There was a pool of blood over the kitchen floor that came from a deep stab wound on the body of our night cook, Ralph. "Oh my god!" I turned around to leave when I got face to face with Jackson. He stood there with a blood-soaked knife in his hand and smiled at me. I remembered there was a back door, so I turned around to escape from there. I was a few inches away from the back door when Liam entered the kitchen. So, this is what he did when he went outside. My god! He entered the kitchen from the back door and stabbed poor Ralph to death. These young boys are cold-blooded criminals. They cornered me from both ends, and I knew now it would be my turn to get slashed at their hands. "What... what do you want?" I said in a terrified voice. "Look, Liam, she is willing to give us what we want," Jackson said while laughing like a psycho. "Let's go to the counter," he said and raised the sharper bloody knife at me. I tried to be calm because one wrong move could silence me forever. They escorted me back to the eating area, and when we reached near the counter, Liam pushed me from behind. I tripped accidentally and hit my head on the marble desk. Blood rushed down immediately, and I started crying in pain. "Just tell me what you guys want, please, just let me go." "Yes, yes, we don't want to murder a poor, weak woman. It doesn't worth it anyway. We just want the money from the cash register, that's all." "You guys are doing this for some money? There's still time. You two are too young to destroy your life like this. Do you have any idea what the cops will do to you if they ever catch you?" Suddenly, I saw Liam's face turn pale for the first time. He looked scared. He said in a fumbling voice, "Maybe... maybe we should just leave, Jackson. I don't want to go to prison." Jackson grabbed his shoulder and screamed furiously, "Don't chicken out now! This [woman] is just trying to mess with us. We won't get caught." He slapped me hard across my cheek, making my lips bleed and said, "Just give us the money. We don't need your lecture, lady." Jackson gave the knife to Liam and snatched my phone from my hand. "Now go to the cash register. Go!" he screamed. The flashlight on my phone was the only source of light till now. I knew these boys turned off the power so that the security camera failed to record them, but I didn't want them to go so easily. An idea came to my mind. I stopped and said, "Um, the cash register is automated. I need to access the computer to open it." "I hope you're not trying to be smart with me, lady, because I'll cut your throat and then dump your face inside that hot fryer in the kitchen." I made them understand that was the case when it really wasn't. They whispered to each other for a few more seconds, and Liam went inside the kitchen to turn on the power. As soon as the power came on, Jackson said, "Turn off the security camera. I know you can do that from your computer. Do it now." I could have easily faked that and let their entire act get recorded by the camera, but I actually did turn it off because my plan was something more sinister. I opened the cash register and loaded the money inside a bag. As Jackson came close to take the bag from me, I grabbed his head and slammed hard on the desk. The sudden strike hit him so hard that he didn't even get the chance to scream. Half of his face got smashed as flesh and blood poured out of his wounds. I took my phone from his hands but didn't call 911 yet. Liam walked in from the kitchen and got shocked realizing the tables had turned. He ran towards the exit at full speed, and I was ready for my next move. He was inches away from me as he had to walk past the counter to reach the entrance. That's when I threw chili flakes on his face. I had already taken them from the kitchen when these two dumb boys were hacking me in the dark. He screamed in burning pain and fell on the floor. I ran at him and snatched the knife from his hand. I stabbed them both to death. I closed the store, cleaned all the mess, and wrapped their bodies in garbage bags. There's an incinerator in the basement to burn the waste. I called 911 now and hid their bodies inside the incinerator. The cops came and took my account on a robbery done by two mad young boys. The security camera had the footage of them entering and wandering inside the restaurant in the very beginning. The cops identified them as escaped thugs who had past records of burglary and other crimes. The story flashed in the morning news as two boys murdered the night cook and tortured a lady employee of KFC, then took all the money and ran away. I went back the next day and burnt their bodies in my free time. Only I had access to the basement, so my secret remained pretty safe. I continued working there for a month or two and then left the job for a fresh start. The boys are still on the wanted list. I am still the poor victim in everyone's eyes when, in reality, I got away with murder