I Work the Night Shift at a Diner. There_s a Customer No One Else Can See

DESCRIPTION:I work the night shift at a diner. There's a customer no one else can see. She sits in booth six every night, orders the same coffee, and leaves exact change. The other waitresses walk past her like she isn't there. The cook says the booth has been empty for years. But last night, she looked up at me and said my name. And then she asked me to sit down. She had something to tell me about the night she died.