Where the creeps are.

from the SHockverse by En Pandit Cole

Welcome to the SHockverse. Prepare to be shocked.

The gas station was on this really creepy lot past the mall. It wasn’t surrounded by anything except for an on ramp to the freeway. Garbage lined the curb. Not even the homeless people would occupy it. Not even the stray cats. You only stopped there if you needed gas before hopping on the freeway or if it was 2 a.m. and there wasn’t much else open.

Cynthia Shepard hadn’t intended to stop there, but she forgot to get gas before she headed to the mall, and she had to get some before going home.

She pulled up in her red little sedan, a few years old, and parked beside one of the pumps to feed the tank.

It had gotten dark already and even though it was barely ten. It was mega-creepy.

Lights were flickering overhead. The gas station just had this vibe like a serial killer was stalking in the shadows… feet away.

She really shouldn’t have gotten so caught up shopping and ended up staying out so late like this. Now look.

Cynthia has her hair up in a high ponytail, so it’s out of her face. She gets out of her driver seat, but slowly and cautiously glancing around the parking lot.

When she approaches the door a dude in a trucker cap and grease-stained shirt comes out. The trucker cap is pulled down low over his eyes. He has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. She can’t see his eyes, only the shadowed curtain formed by the brim of his hat, as he struts past. Moving slow.