Why I don't go to gas stations at night anymore
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My name is Shade. I’m currently a 18 year old girl and this story took place about three weeks ago. I’ve been obsessively reading Let's Not Meet and No Sleep for years now and I truly believe that’s the only reason why this story didn’t end as badly as it could have.
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Why I don't go to gas stations at night anymore

by ShadeJaneAmber

My name is Shade. I’m currently a 18 year old girl and this story took place about three weeks ago.

I’ve been obsessively reading Let's Not Meet and No Sleep for years now and I truly believe that’s the only reason why this story didn’t end as badly as it could have.

In South Africa where I live a driver’s license can only be issued once you’re eighteen and my best friend Carlie recently got hers along with a car.

Being typical girls with new found freedom we would see each other almost every day during the short vacation. Carlie would pick me up and we would go run errands together.

Most of the time our adventures would end early in the afternoon but on this day we had stayed out a bit later than usual.

It had gotten dark outside as we pulled into the empty gas station close to my house. I gave Carlie some gas money and got out of the car since I couldn’t smoke while she was filling it up.

I walked towards the side of the store busy looking for my cigarettes in my bag.

South Africa isn’t generally known for being safe especially being a woman but I felt a bit safer knowing that I was with my friend and also relatively close to my own house and even

a couple of stores.

Now next to the gas station store there was what looked like an old shed where they stored bottles of gas and at first it kind of weirded me out that the door was open but I didn’t think too

much of it as I lit up my cigarette. To be honest it should have been a red flag. By this point Carlie had finished filling up the car and was walking towards me.

“Hey do you want something from the store?”

She asked and I shook my head. I was about to ask what she was getting when we both heard something. There was a faint but distinct noise from behind me.

I turned around and looked into the dark unlit shed.

“Was that a cat? I think it’s hurt.”

Carlie said glancing into the shed. What we’d heard was a distressed meowing sound coming from inside. We both stood quietly as we listened for the noise again.

The second time it was a little louder. It was loud enough that I could clearly hear it.

I grabbed Carlie’s arm tightly in my grip as she started moving forward towards the shed. Her being the huge animal lover she was was just about to blindly go into the shed to help the cat.

To be honest I might have done the same if it weren’t for the horrifying realization that hit me when we’d heard the noise a second time.

“That’s not a cat.”

I said quickly as I threw down my cigarette and dragged her behind me towards the car.

When I had heard the sound a second time I just knew deep down to my core that it wasn’t a hurt animal but someone trying to sound like one.

Carlie wanted to argue with me at first but I basically threw her into the car and got into the passenger seat next to her. She turned to me about to go off on me when my fears were proven.

My hand clenched around her wrist and she followed my gaze towards the shed where we could just make out the figure of a man sticking his head out from behind the gas canisters.

I couldn’t make out anything about him except it looked like he had been hiding behind the bottles only revealing himself when we’d run away.

Without even thinking twice I yelled at Carlie to drive and after a stunned moment she took off.

We were both a little in shock as we stopped at my house and just sat in the car for a few minutes.

Carlie was almost in tears as she told me that if I hadn’t stopped her she would have gone into that shed.

I have never been so relieved that my friend takes me out with her whenever she needs to do something.

We came to the conclusion that whoever that guy was he saw us coming into the gas station and hid in the shed.

He’d tried to lure us in by making the cat noises so we’d think there was a hurt animal in there.

It still gives me chills to think that had I not trusted my gut he might have actually gotten us.

The gas station was empty except for us and there was probably another door in the shed that led to the back of the gas station.

He could have grabbed us and taken us behind the back and done God knows what.

The thing I took away from this experience is that you can never be too careful.

Reading these stories may seem like just fun but I whole heartedly believe they are the reason why I’ve become so vigilant.

I had read a similar story where someone had almost been lured into an abandoned building by animal noises and it must have stuck somewhere in my brain.

So please everyone, trust your gut no matter how unlikely it sounds. You never know what lurks out there in the dark just waiting for you to take a closer look.

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