The waitstaff was a little too frinedly...

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It was after ten pm when we were finally able to extricate ourselves from the conversation. We said our goodbyes and the waitstaff we had been conversing with opened the door to let us out of the restaurant. The stripmall was dark and empty, the lighting over the storefronts dim and lending a scary ambiance. I used my phone's flashlight to guide us down the corridor and to the parking garage. My family member and I searched the garage for our car but could not find it. We came out of the parking garage to find that the waitstaff was still standing there, staring into the garage as if they were waiting for us. Our feet and pants were soaked from some flooding in the underground parking structure. I was already feeling uneasy about the waistaff but their statuesque like appearance was beginning to really freak me out. Slowly one of the waitresses smiled, the upturning of her lips done so incrementally that I wanted to run home and forget about the car altogether. We explained that the car was not there. My family member went back down to look again, and I tried to follow but they were adamant that I stay up where it was dry. The waitstaff, thankfully, went back into the restaurant. A few minutes later I was bored and more than a little freaked out by the dismal lighting. I decided to peer into the restaurant again and saw that the waitresses were bringing out food though the restaurant was closed. They set two heaping plates of food onto the table before them and a man and woman materialized in the seats in front of the food. I wanted to gasp but I was too shocked. I backed away from the window and began to run towards the parking garage but not before one of the waitresses looked up and pinned me with a sinister grin. -- Then I woke up, but actually a lot more happened in this dream. Enough that when i woke up at 5 am, I was too scared to go back to sleep.