Creepy Shift: Roadside Diner

"Thick fog crept slowly across the marshes along Highway 285 in New Mexico, occasionally revealing the strangely orange reflection of the moon. Before midnight struck, I lit up my favorite red marlboro and begrudgingly cast my gaze upon the roadside diner."

Washing dishes, cleaning, and carrying boxes to the basement. None of it seems to be a difficult task. Of course, solitary work at night isn't for everyone, but what could go wrong? Well...



"The jukebox fell silent, and I shivered. I realized that the music was masking the strange scratching coming from the basement. It sounded as if some large animal was trying to break free."



Take a shift in the night of the bloody moon and find out what it means to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Follow the mysterious rules to sur...