The Raccoons in the Storage Room

I used to work 10PM till 6am at an arch of a station as a cashier back in the day. Around like 1.30am I start hearing these creepy scratching sounds coming from the storage rim out back. And what do I see lunging at me from a dark corner but the scrabbyest most demonic looking meth head I'd ever seen in my life. A cop was literally pulling up after getting a call from a passing driver that someone was acting all weird around back. Must have been after watching Marky meth freak scratching away at the drywall. But anyway, thankfully the dude ran off when he saw the cop entering the station and I'm not sure what happened to