Night Auditor vs. The Midnight Madman: My Brush with Danger Behind the Front Desk
Picture this: It’s the graveyard shift at a budget motel, the kind of place where guests outnumber working lightbulbs and the “continental breakfast” is a stale donut behind bulletproof glass. You're 20, green as grass, and the only thing standing between you and the unknown is a locked door and a landline phone.
Sounds like the setting for a low-budget horror flick, right? For Reddit user u/PennysBottle, this was just another Tuesday night—until things got terrifyingly real.