Years ago at this very diner, the Hash-Slinging Slasher used to be a fry cook just like you only clumsier. And then, one night, when he was cutting the patties
He cut off his own hand by mistake.
He replaced his hand with a rusty spatula and then he got hit by a bus and at his funeral, they fired him.
So now, every Tuesday night, his ghost returns to the restaurant to wreak his horrible vengeance.
And tonight is Tuesday night! He'll be coming.
There are three signs that signal the approach of the Hash-Slinging Slasher:
First, the lights will flicker on and off.
Next, the phone will ring and there will be nobody there.
And finally, the Hash-Slinging Slasher arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over. Then he exits the bus and crosses the street without looking both ways because he's already dead. Then he taps on the window with his grizzly spatula hand. He opens the door. He slowly approaches the counter
And do you know what he does next?
You really want to know?
Are you sure you want to know?
He gets ya!