|WARNINGS (standard:horror, 1168 words)
|Added: Aug 13 2005
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|This is a repost and edit of my original story warnings that i posted in 2002, someone commented on it and asked me to update it so here we go!
It was on a dreary night of November when the rain slashed the midnight sky and thunder rolled ominously in the distance; a promise that the worst was yet to come. It was this night that Shelley found herself driving home late from work. Some of her fellow co-workers had invited her out for drinks, but Shelley was having trouble with her latest project and was anxious to get home to work on it. She was so tuned in to her inner thoughts that she never noticed the movements in the back seat of her car. Suddenly she heard a noise, and her rhythmic tapping on the steering wheel halted as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She checked her mirrors and behind her, only to find that she was alone. She mentally chided herself and chalked it up to being overtired and reached over to switch on the radio. “This just in, yet another life of a local female was claimed today by what the media has nicknamed the Grimm Reaper. He has a history of mental illness and likes to target young women, alone in their cars. As yet, neither the media nor the police have been able to link the killings with any gang or other special cause groups. The police are suggesting that young women be accompanied out to their cars at night by a security guard or family member.” Shelley nervously cut the announcer off before she could hear anymore and inserted her favorite CD into the player on the dashboard, loudly singing along off-key. My excitement is growing. I don't know how much longer I can prolong this. Her nervousness fuels my hunger for her. As I lay behind her, I carefully watch her every move as the wooden handle slips and slides in my sweaty grasp. Suddenly she takes a sharp curve and I fall to the floor with a light thud. I freeze as I hear her gasp, and the tapping stops. My heart starts slowly beating again as she turns the volume back up and I gently and quietly ease myself back to a horizontal position on the seat, my movements muffled by her boisterous singing. I gently lay down the hatchet and reach into my jacket for my gloves. I slide the cool black leather over my hands. I feel the car slow and notice bright lights glaring down at me through the passenger window. As the car comes to a stop, I quickly realize that the girl has pulled into a gas station. Knowing that this could ruin everything, I dive under an old blanket that she has carelessly left on the floor. A half an hour had passed before Shelley noticed that her gas tank was running on empty. She saw a sign up ahead for a gas station and pulled off the main road into the parking lot of a run down, nearly deserted station. She got out of the car and unscrewed the cap to her gas tank. After picking up the gas nozzle, she realized that it was after 11 and she had to pay inside first. Irritated, she replaced the gas nozzle and walked into the station mumbling something about small town business practices. Inside the station there was an eerie looking attendant waiting for her. She asked him for ten dollars worth of gas and went to the rear of the store to grab something to eat. While she was there she couldn't help noticing how the attendant kept glancing out the window towards her car. Becoming nervous, she quickly finished her food selections and went up to the front to pay for them. After receiving her change she turned to leave only to find the attendant blocking her only way out. She unsuccessfully tried to get around him. He gripped her hand and dragged her behind the counter. She opened her mouth to scream but the attendant quickly slapped his grease-stained hand over it. Her heart raced as he leaned in close enough for her to be able to smell his onion-coated breath. “I need to tell you something,” he rasped. But Shelley didn't let him finish; she kneed him in the groin and sprinted out the door to her car. She fumbled with her keys as she saw the attendant coming towards her. She finally shoved the right one into the lock and jerked open the door. She threw her purse across the car to the passenger seat and slammed the driver's side door shut. She rammed the key into the ignition and pealed out of the station. As she drove away the attendant shouted something at her but she was too frightened to hear. As the tears streamed down her cheeks and her sobs were reduced to hiccups she picked up her cell phone to call her house and tell her sister she would be home in twenty minutes. “What's wrong Shell?” “Nothing, nothing, just some weirdo at the gas station was coming on to me and it freaked me out a little bit.” “Are you sure your OK?” There Click here to read the rest of this story (34 more lines)
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