Robert D. Lyons b. 1993

When there was no money for food, Mr. Lyons took a job at a fast food burger joint around the corner. "My second day," he says, "three men walked into the restroom together, and locked the door behind them. I was suspicious, but I took the trash out, mopped the floors, and an hour later, they left. My suspicions were confirmed when the cashier went in to wash his hands and came out with a sickly green smile painted on his demented face. He said, 'Well, Lyons, you better get your mop in there fast, before it dries.'"