Something stops her.

As she takes a step forward to go out the backroom's door, she feels a hand on her shoulder.

She turns around, nothing. She thinks to herself:

"Ah, this shift really squeezed the sanity out of me. Phew."

She turns back around, and suddenly a voice speaks back at her:

"Maybe I'm just messing with 'cha."

And suddenly the air got cold. This voice wasn't any of her coworker's, but the presence felt familiar. She turned around once more as this strange shape of a man she always saw at the corner of an eye, suddenly became clear.

The man was tall with dark, wet hair dripping down his face. She could see that it was a bit curly but his eyes were clear skies blue. He was in a plain white t-shirt and black pants and he was just standing on top of the boxes of dried strawberries.

Through her paralyzed state she's able to ask him:

"Who... What's your name?"

"Me ?" He points at himself and chuckles. "I'm Chester. Your friend."

"Weird. Are you a ghost?"

"What gives off that impression?"

"The wet hair. Did you die drowning or something?"

"Oh no I just took a shower to give off a good impression."

"Ah phew okay I see."

"Oh but I am a ghost though I did die a bit of a while ago."

"Ah !"