The Waitress at the Truck Stop Who Had No Shadow

It was late November, somewhere outside Tulsa, and I'd been riding the Greyhound for twelve hours straight. The bus made an unscheduled stop at a small truck stop called Dottie's, a place that smelled of diesel and burnt coffee. I sat at the counter and watched the night waitress move between tables — she was quick, precise, and every light in the room seemed to bend around her. I paid for my coffee with a twenty, and when she handed back my change, I noticed her hand. The skin was cold, and the nails were painted a color I couldn't name. She smiled, and there was something wrong with her teeth. I asked her how long she'd worked here. 'Since before you were born,' she said. I looked down at the linoleum floor. She didn't cast a shadow. Neither did anyone else in the place. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LastBusOutOfTown #AnthologyHorror #DottiesTruckStop #Tulsa #NoShadow #NightWaitress #NovemberHorror #BusStop #LonelyRoad #SomethingWrong #ColdSkin #Uncanny #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Greyhound #MidnightEncounter #BusHorror #NightBus Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo