A TRUE 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲❕ | Creepypasta Narration

I work the late shift at a gas station in my hometown. It’s usually quiet—just me, the hum of the lights, and the occasional customer. But one night, a man came in. He bought a soda, asked a simple question, and left behind more than just his drink—he left a sense of unease that I couldn’t shake.

The next night, he returned. Same time. Same question. This time, his smile felt sharper, his words heavier. “Still quiet?” he asked, his excitement unsettling. Something about him wasn’t right, and I could feel it in my bones.

A story about quiet nights, strange encounters, and the kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty—it feels like a warning.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Have you ever had an encounter like this?

🔔 Subscribe for more stories and late-night chills.
👍 Like and share if this gave you the creeps.

#TrueStory #LateNightShift #CreepyEncounters #GasStationStories #Storytime #UnsettlingMoments #HorrorStories