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Surviving Sinister Stops: Unveiling Harrowing Encounters at Remote Gas Stations · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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It was one of those cold March nights when the chill seemed to
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cut right through you. I had just finished an
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exhausting shift at the hospital where I worked as a cleaning
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woman. The hours were brutal, but it
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was good, honest work. My drive home usually helped me
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unwind after work. It was peaceful in a way I was
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used to. I hadn't realized how low my gas
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tank was until the little warning light on my dashboard
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blinked on. There weren't many options at
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that hour, so I pulled into the first gas station I saw.
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The place looked run down, but it was open, and that was good
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enough for me. The gas station was lit by a
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couple of flickering lights that barely did the job.
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The pumps looked ancient, and the only car insight was a
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rusted pickup truck parked on the side.
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I parked near the closest pump and stepped out to fill my tank,
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shivering as the cold crept through my jacket.
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As I grabbed the nozzle, I noticed a man walking out from
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behind the station's small building.
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He was wearing a clean, well pressed uniform, and I figured
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he must be part of the staff, though I hadn't seen anyone
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inside when I pulled in. He smiled as he approached, and
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it wasn't the friendly kind of smile.
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It was too wide, too forced, like he was trying hard to
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convince me of something. Need some help?
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He asked, his voice smooth but slightly off.
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No, I'm good, thanks. I replied, trying to act like it
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was no big deal, but something about him gave me the creeps.
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He wasn't dirty or disheveled like you'd expect at this kind
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of place. His uniform was spotless, his
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hands too clean, it didn't match the setting.
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He stayed put, just standing there as I tried to pump my gas.
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When the nozzle clicked, signaling it was ready, he
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stepped closer. I can check your oil for you.
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He offered no charge. I'll just pop the hood for a
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quick look. That's OK, I said quickly.
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I'm fine, really. He didn't move You sure looks
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like your car is running a little rough.
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I'd hate for you to break down on a night like this.
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The way he wouldn't drop it made me feel all kinds of tense.
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I tried to play it cool, muttering something about
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needing to get home. I finished pumping and reached
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for the gas cap, but he was suddenly closer, standing just a
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foot or two away. His eyes flicked to my trunk.
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I'll check the engine real quick.
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He said, already reaching for the latch on the front of my
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car. That's when my brain went from a
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little heads up to full on panic mode.
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No, seriously. I said firmly, stepping back.
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I need to go. He stopped, his hand hovering
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midair. For a moment we just stared at
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each other. Then he smiled again, but it was
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different this time, less forced.
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It felt like it had weight behind it.
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His other hand slipped into his pocket and my breath caught.
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Without thinking, I yanked the door open and jumped into my
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car. He didn't say anything, didn't
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shout or try to stop me. He just started walking toward
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the driver's side. His hand was still in his
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pocket, and I wasn't dumb enough to wait and find out why.
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I threw the car into reverse and slammed on the gas.
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The tires squealed as I backed up, nearly hitting a barrel of
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water behind me. I shifted into drive and speed
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off, not even bothering to put my seat belt on until I was
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halfway down the street. My hands were shaking so badly I
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could barely grip the wheel. In my rearview mirror, I saw him
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standing there, illuminated by the gas station lights.
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He wasn't running after me or yelling.
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He just stood there, watching me drive away, his hand still in
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his pocket. It was the longest 20 minutes of
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my life. On that drive home, I couldn't
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stop checking my mirrors, sure I'd see headlights following me.
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When I finally pulled into my driveway, I sat in the car for a
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moment, trying to calm my nerves.
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The house felt too dark, too quiet, but I forced myself to go
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inside once I locked the doors, every lock, even the ones I
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usually ignored. I went to my bedroom and sat on
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the edge of the bed staring at nothing.
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I told myself, chill out, you're overthinking this.
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He's probably harmless, but the image of him standing there
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smiling that strange smile wouldn't leave my mind.
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The next day at work, I was totally distracted.
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I told one of my Co workers about what had happened.
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You've got to trust your instincts, she said.
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If it felt wrong, it probably was.
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Two days later, I was scrolling through my phone during a break
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when a news alert popped up. I couldn't move after reading
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the headline. Man posing as gas station
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attendant wanted in connection with abduction.
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The article described a man matching his description, right
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down to the spotless uniform and fake friendliness.
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He had approached a woman at another station just a few miles
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from where I had been, and convinced her to let him help
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with her car. She hadn't been as lucky.
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They found her car abandoned in the desert the next morning, but
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she was still missing. The police were urging anyone
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with information to come forward, and my stomach churned
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as I realized how close I had come to being his next target.
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That same day, after finishing my shift, I decided to go
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straight to the police station. I walked in, still nervous but
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determined to do the right thing.
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When I sat down with an officer, I told him everything.
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The man's spotless uniform, the way he had smiled too much, how
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he tried to get me to open the trunk or pop the hood.
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I described his height, build and the gas station's exact
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location. The officer took notes and
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assured me they'd look into it, which gave me a small sense of
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relief. Sharing my story with the police
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felt even more important now, knowing it might help prevent
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another tragedy. I've replayed that night in my
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head so many times since then. What if I hadn't listened to my
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gut? What if I'd let him check my
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car? The what ifs were endless and
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terrifying. I didn't sleep much that night.
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And when I did, I dreamt of his smile, his hand in his pocket,
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the way he had stared at me as I drove away.
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Since then, I've made a rule for myself.
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No more stopping at shady gas stations, no matter how low my
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tank is. I've even started carrying a
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small canister of gas in my trunk, just in case.
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It's a small precaution, but it makes me feel a little safer.
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I can't drive past the gas station at night without feeling
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a twinge of anxiety. But it also reminds me how
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important it is to trust your instincts.
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They might just save your life. As a 28 year old college
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student, I've been craving a break from the stress of exams
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and term papers. This trip was meant to be a
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mental reset. No strict itinerary, just the
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open Rd. my favorite playlists, and taking a little side trip
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here or there whenever something looked interesting.
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After several hours of driving though, my body was stiff and
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nature was calling. I needed to find a bathroom
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fast. It didn't take long to spot a
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small, nondescript gas station just off the highway.
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You could tell the place had been around forever, with a
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faded sign barely hanging on and old gas pumps that looked ready
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to retire. Only one other car was in the
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lot, an old small Honda parked off to the side.
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Everything about the place screamed forgotten.
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With a quiet that gave me chills, I pulled into a spot
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near the entrance and stepped out of my car.
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The heat of the afternoon clung to everything, making the
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stillness even heavier. Inside, the station wasn't much
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better. It looked like the place hadn't
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been cleaned in weeks, the narrow aisles stocked with dusty
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snacks and faded soda cans. It smelled like old coffee mixed
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with some industrial cleaner that couldn't hide the damp
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stink. Behind the counter sat an
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elderly man with thick glasses, engrossed in an old newspaper.
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He barely acknowledged me as I walked in.
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Excuse me, where's the restroom? He pointed to a dim hallway at
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the back of the store without looking up.
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His indifference felt odd, but I assumed it was just boredom.
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I followed his gesture, and I made my way to the restroom.
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The bathroom door was a faded shade of blue, its surface
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marred with scratches and peeling paint.
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I pushed it open, stepping inside.
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The interior wasn't much better. Cracked tiles lined the floor,
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the walls were stained with years of grime, and the overhead
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light looked like it was moments away from burning out.
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A rusted sink sat below a mirror, so fogged with dirt that
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it barely reflected anything. It wasn't pleasant, but it would
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do. After taking care of business, I
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moved to the sink, washing my hands under the weak stream of
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water. The paper towel dispenser
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wheezed as I pulled out a few sheets to dry off.
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I turned to leave, reaching for the door handle, but no matter
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how hard I tried, it wouldn't turn.
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Confused, I tried again, twisting and pulling harder.
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Nothing. The door didn't even move an
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inch. My first thought was that the
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old lock was jammed. I jiggled the handle a few more
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times, hoping it would loosen, but it was no use.
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Hello. I called out, knocking on the
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door. My voice echoed in the cramped
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space. The door stuck.
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Can someone help me? There was no response.
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I could feel myself starting to worry, but I tried to stay calm.
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Maybe the lock was just finicky, or maybe the attendant hadn't
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heard me. I knocked louder this time,
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shouting Hey, I'm stuck in here. That's when I heard it.
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Footsteps. They were approaching slowly
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from the other side of the door. It felt like a giant weight had
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just been lifted off my shoulders.
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Hey, I'm locked in, can you open the door?
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My voice more urgent now, but the footsteps stopped.
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Whoever was out there didn't say anything.
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They didn't try to open the door or even acknowledge me.
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They just stood there. I could feel their presence.
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The silence between us was tense, like a taut rope.
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Hello. I tried again, my voice
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faltering a little. The footsteps resumed, this time
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moving away, fading into the distance until I couldn't hear
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them anymore. My initial relief turned into
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this heavy, creeping dread. Why hadn't they responded?
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Why hadn't they helped? I banged on the door harder,
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shouting louder, my fists echoing against the wood.
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Minutes dragged by. I pressed my ear against the
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door, straining to hear any sign of life outside, but all I got
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was silence. My mind was on a loop, running
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through every what if imaginable.
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Was this some kind of prank? Had the attendant locked me in
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by mistake? Or was it something worse?
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Just as I was about to give in to panic, the door creaked open.
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I nearly tripped backward when the elderly attendant showed up
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in the doorway, looking irritated.
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What's all the noise about? He asked, his voice gruff.
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I stared at him, disbelief and frustration bubbling up.
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The door was locked. I couldn't get out.
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He gave me a skeptical, weird look, like I just told him the
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sky was green. Locked.
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It doesn't lock from the outside.
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You sure it wasn't stuck? I'm sure I've been banging on it
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for who knows how long. He just shrugged.
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Clearly he didn't seem to care at all.
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Well, it's open now, you're good to go.
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Something about his nonchalance made my skin crawl.
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I brushed past him, muttering A terse thanks as I hurried back
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to the front of the store. My pulse was still racing, and
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all I could think about was getting out of there.
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As I walked to my car, I looked back at the gas station.
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That's when I saw it. Standing in the shadows near the
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side of the building was a figure.
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It was too dark to make out any details, but someone was there,
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watching me. I quicken my pace, unlocking my
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car and sliding in. I locked the doors and started
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the engine, my eyes darting back to the shadows.
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The figure hadn't moved. I didn't wait around to see who
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or what it was. I pulled out of the lot and onto
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the highway. Even as I drove, all I could see
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was the image of that figure standing motionless in the
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shadows. When I finally reached my hotel
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that night, I locked the door and wedged a chair under the
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handle for extra security. Over and over, I heard those
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footsteps in my head and the unsettling silence that
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followed. Who was out there?
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Why didn't they help? And how would the door been
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locked? I'll never know the answers, and
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maybe that's for the best, but one thing certain, I won't be
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stopping at random gas stations anytime soon.
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The next morning as I loaded up my car to continue my trip, it
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felt like paranoia had moved in and I couldn't Kick It Out.
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Every passerby felt like they were staring a little too long.
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Every parked car seems suspiciously out of place.
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At one point I pulled into a rest stop just to shake the
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tension, staring into my coffee as if the answers to my unease
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could be found in its swirls. Later that day, I stopped at a
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more populated station to refuel.
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As I stepped inside to grab a snack.
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The bright lights and busy vibe made me feel better after the
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emptiness of the night before, but even there, I couldn't fully
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relax. I kept looking over at the
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exits, so focused that every Creek or soft shuffle sounded
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like a warning. The attendant asked if I was OK
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as I paid for my snack, and I said I was just tired from the
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road. Weeks after returning home, the
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memory of that night stayed vivid in my mind.
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I caught myself Googling news about Tuscaloosa gas stations,
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half hoping and half dreading to find a story about something
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sinister happening there. But there was nothing.
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No reports of break insurance, no crimes that fit the eerie
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scenario I had experienced. Sometimes it's the absence of
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answers that makes an experience linger.
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I'll never know who locked that door, or why they didn't respond
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when I called out. I'll never know who or what was
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standing in the shadows as I fled that night.
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And maybe it's better that way. Whatever happened in that dingy
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gas station bathroom is a story I'll carry with me, a clear
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example of how quickly an ordinary moment can shift into
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something terrifying. In September 2021, during a work
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trip to Asheville, NC, I experienced something that still
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unsettles me whenever I think about it.
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As a 33 year old accountant, I've grown accustomed to
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navigating unfamiliar places for my job, but this particular
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night put all my instincts to the test.
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After a long day of back-to-back meetings, I was eager to get to
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my hotel and finally relax. Unfortunately, my GPS decided to
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throw me a curveball, rerouting me onto a winding, unlit Rd.
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I didn't recognize. The road was eerily empty,
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surrounded by thick trees on either side.
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My headlights only managed to carve out a small dim path in
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the overwhelming darkness, and the absence of streetlights made
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the whole area feel suffocating. The twists and turns in the road
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added to my anxiety as each corner revealed more of the same
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dense woods and unyielding shadows.
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Then, to make matters worse, my car's low fuel warning dinged,
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my gas tank was nearly empty, and there wasn't a single house,
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car, or person insight. I started to feel that tight
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knot of anxiety building in my stomach and I could almost hear
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the clock ticking down with every mile I drove.
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Just when I was beginning to seriously worry, a gas station
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appeared out of nowhere. It screamed old and forgotten,
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with paint flaking away and a neon gas sign that couldn't stay
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lit. The building was small, almost
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shack like with a single dim light over the entrance.
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Everything about it screamed stay away, but I didn't have the
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luxury of being picky. I pulled into the lot and parked
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at the nearest pump, relieved to have at least found fuel.
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The lot was empty except for an old truck parked near the side
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of the building. Its windows were dark and I
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couldn't tell if anyone was inside.
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As I stepped out of my car, the door to the station creaked open
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and a man emerged. He was wearing a faded, stained
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uniform and had an unsettlingly wide grin plastered on his face.
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Evening, miss. He greeted, his tone overly
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friendly for such a desolate setting.
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Hi, I replied, keeping my voice neutral.
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Something about him felt off. His smile was too forced, his
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demeanor too eager. Still, I needed gas, so I
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grabbed my card and turned toward the pump.
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Let me help you with that, he said, stepping closer.
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These old pumps can be tricky. Thanks, but I've got it, I said,
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making an effort to keep things polite but firm.
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He hesitated for a moment, then stepped back, still watching me
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with that strange grin. I swiped my card and tried to
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start the pump, but nothing happened.
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I tried again, still nothing. Looks like it's acting up, the
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man said, his grin widening. Why don't you come inside, we
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can sort it out at the register. Everything in me said.
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Don't go in there, I'll just try another pump.
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I said, moving to the one next to it.
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But the result was the same. The attendant followed me, his
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presence growing more intrusive. Sometimes they're all like this,
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he said casually. Could be your car.
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Want me to take a quick look? Might just be a connection
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issue. No, that's OK, I said, now
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struggling to hide the edge in my voice.
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I looked around the lot, searching for anyone else or any
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sign of activity. There was nothing.
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Even the truck parked near the building looked abandoned, its
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windows too dark to see inside. The thought crossed my mind that
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someone might be watching me from inside that vehicle, and
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the idea made my skin crawl. It'll only take a second.
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He insisted, stepping closer again.
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Pop the hood and I'll have it fixed in no time.
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Painting agreement, I forced a tight smile.
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Sure, let me just move the car closer to the building.
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I said. I climbed into my car, locked
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the doors, and started the engine.
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His grin faltered as he realized what I was doing.
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Without hesitation, I threw the car into reverse, my tires
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kicking up gravel as I speed out of the lot.
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In my rear view mirror I saw him sprinting after me, something
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shiny clutched in his hand. I was out of there before I
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could find out what it was. My only focus was on getting
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back to a main road and away from that gas station.
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Several miles later, I finally reached a well lit intersection
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and pulled into a larger, busier station.
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I had no idea the car could still go so many miles on that
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little bit of gas. Seeing other people in the
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bright lights made me feel like I was finally safe.
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As I stood there pumping gas, my hands still trembling, I
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couldn't stop thinking about how close I might have been to
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something really bad. Later that night, after I
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finally reached my hotel, I couldn't let it go.
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Unable to keep it to myself, I called my husband.
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He's a police officer and has a knack for knowing when something
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isn't right. As I told him what happened, his
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voice went from worried to downright pissed.
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You should have called me immediately, he said.
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That guy could still be out there trying to do the same
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thing to someone else. Without hesitation, he told me
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to give him every detail I could remember, the station's
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location, the description of the man, the truck.
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As soon as I finished, he said he was going to call a buddy of
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his, a local cop who worked near Asheville.
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About an hour later, my husband called me back.
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I talked to my friend. He said he's heading over there
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to check it out. He said that station has a bad
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reputation. Some weird stuff has happened
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around there before. I'll let you know what he finds.
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I barely slept that night, tossing and turning with a
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mixture of fear and guilt. By morning, my husband had an
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update. They found the place empty.
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He told me the truck was gone and there was no sign of the guy
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you described. But here's the weird part.
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My friend said the pumps weren't even connected to the station
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system. They've been shut off for
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months. That guy had no reason to be
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there. Hearing that only made my unease
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worse. Whoever he was, whatever his
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intentions, I had a feeling I was lucky to get away when I
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did. My husband's friend said they'd
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keep an eye on the area, but I knew I wouldn't get the closure
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I was hoping for. These days, I still think about
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that night and I always make sure my gas tank is full before
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I hit the road because you never know what's waiting at the next
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station. One thing is certain, I'll never
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ignore my instincts again. Whatever was waiting for me at
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that gas station, I'm just grateful I drove away.
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It happened in November in Boise, ID.
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I had been driving around all day making deliveries and I
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still had a few stops left. My truck was almost out of gas
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and I knew I couldn't keep going without filling up.
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Lucky for me, I saw a gas station up ahead.
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It was pretty basic, just an old building and a neon sign that
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barely worked. But out in the middle of
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nowhere, you take what you can get.
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When I pulled into the lot it was completely empty, just my
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truck and the glow of the lights inside the store.
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I parked by one of the pumps and got out.
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The ground was gravel and my boots made sure everyone could
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hear me coming. The cold air stung my face as I
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walked to the door. When I opened it, the Creek was
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so loud it made me jump a little.
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Inside, the place was silent. The lights above buzzed softly
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and everything looked clean but old.
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There were shelves with snacks and drinks, but no cashier
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insight. I walked to the counter,
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expecting someone to pop out from the back, but no one did.
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Hello. My voice echoed in the quiet
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store, but nobody answered. I looked around, feeling a
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little weird about how empty it was.
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The cash register was closed, and it didn't look like anything
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was out of place. But then I noticed something on
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the floor behind the counter. A dark stain that stretched
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toward a door labeled Employees Only.
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At first I thought it was spilled soda or oil, but when I
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got closer, I saw it wasn't that.
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The stain was dark red, and it hit me.
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It was blood. My first thought was to get out
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of there, but something made me stay.
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Maybe I was just curious, or maybe I didn't want to leave
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without knowing what was going on.
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Slowly, I walked toward the door.
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My boots made a squeaky sound on the tile floor, and it felt like
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the whole world had gone quiet. I reached for the door handle,
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but something made me stop. What if something bad was on the
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other side? But the door wasn't locked, so I
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pushed it open. It creaked loudly and the room
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inside was dimly lit by a single bulb that flickered now and
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then. There were shelves with boxes
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and cleaning supplies. But what caught my eye was in
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the middle of the room. A man was tied to a chair.
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His head hung low and he wasn't moving.
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For a second I thought he was dead.
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My legs went numb and I couldn't do anything but stand there.
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But then he made a small groaning sound and his head
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shifted a little. Hey, I whispered, stepping into
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the room. Are you OK?
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He didn't answer, just groaned again.
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His hands were tied behind him and there was something stuffed
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in his mouth, held there with duct tape.
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I could see blood on his forehead and his shirt was
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stained too. My brain finally kicked in and I
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turned and ran out of the room. Back in the store, I grabbed my
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phone and called 911911. What's your emergency?
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The operator asked. I tried to explain what I saw,
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but my words came out all jumbled.
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I'm at a gas station off Route 20.
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I said. There's a man in the back tied
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up and there's blood everywhere. I think he's been hurt.
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The operator told me to stay on the line and wait for the
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police, but I didn't want to stay in that creepy store.
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I ran back to my truck, locked the doors, and kept watching the
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gas station entrance. My heart was racing as I looked
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around, expecting someone to come running out after me.
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It felt like forever, but finally, I saw the flashing
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lights of a police car coming down the road.
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Two officers got out, shining their flashlights as they walked
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toward the store. I jumped out of my truck and
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waved them over, trying to explain what I saw.
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They went inside, moving carefully.
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One of them had his gun drawn and the other stayed close
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behind. I stayed outside, pacing back
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and forth. My mind was spinning with what
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I'd seen. One officer came back out to
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speak to me, while the other stayed with the man in the back.
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We've called an ambulance, the officer said, looking serious.
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He's lucky you called. It looks like someone tried to
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rob the place and didn't want to leave.
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Witnesses. They knocked him out and tied
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him up, but something must have scared them off.
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Before they could finish the job, the ambulance took the man
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to the hospital and the officers asked me to give a statement.
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Once that was done, they told me I could leave.
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As I drove away, I started to feel the weight of everything
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that had happened. My hands were still shaking and
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I couldn't stop thinking about the blood and how quiet the
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store had been. As I drove home, every shadow on
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the road seemed darker, every sound louder.
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I kept thinking about the way the man looked so helpless, tied
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to that chair. What if I hadn't stopped at that
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station? Would anyone have found him in
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time? The thought made my chest clench
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up and I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
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That night, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I
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saw the blood on the floor and the man tied to the chair.
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I kept thinking about the person who had done this.
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How can a person do this to another human being?
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Even after all this time, I still find myself thinking about
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it, especially when I'm out driving late at night.
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I know I may have saved that man's life, but the next time I
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pull up to an empty gas station, think I'll just turn right
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around and leave. The memory of that night has
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stayed with me. You think you're just stopping
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for gas, but in an instant, your whole world can change.
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