PAGO Horror Story by a friend
You're working a sleepy register night shift for a fast food place you really couldn't give two fucks about. Really just a means to an end, some extra money to spend this summer with some friends. You're already busy, so you've decided to do some homework, no one's really coming in anyway. At the moment, it's really only the hum of the soda machine and the occasional whoosh of cars from the highway above driving by. You're not alone, of course, there's some guys in the back doing things similar to you, just trying to keep themselves occupied while they were on the clock.
The phone at the front rang earlier, an older model that the place has had since you've first been, and looks like it's not been maintained since. But when you picked it up, there was nothing. After a few seconds of introducing the restaurant and yourself, as you were trained to do, there was still nothing. You angrily hang up the phone, shrugging it off as another stupid prank call by equally as stupid kids, maybe at a sleepover or something. It sure seems like they're having more fun than you.
You return to your work, doing the bare minimum that your job expects of you while also slaving away at your computer to tidy up your grades before the semester ends. The sounds and sights of your rather visually unappealing workplace continue to fill your eyes and ears as you continue your "diligent" work. After a few of your assignments were completed, however, the sounds stopped. Your coworkers stopped bickering. The cars stopped whooshing by. The wind outside stopped. The phone rings again.
Feeling a chill run down your back from the sudden shift, you approach the phone on the counter again with cautious steps and bated breath. Your anger for whoever's calling you and interrupting you at this hour catches up with your anxiousness. You place a hand on the phone, and pick it up. After the introduction you've repeated a thousand times, a voice finally fills your ears.
"Put a girl on."