Tales from the Gas Station by Jack Townsend

Author:Jack Townsend
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf, azw3
Tags: urban fantasy, funny, dark humor, trilogy, urban legend, horror comedy, creepypasta, creepy pasta, gas station jack, internet legend
Publisher: Jack Townsend

Chapter Twenty-Four

Despite my hopes, Rita didn’t stick around for long. Once Aggie had gone, the majestic racoon glow worm monster turned and darted back into the woods before I could even say “Thank you.”

I went back inside, tried to calm down, and worked out what my next move should be. After what I’d just seen, I now knew exactly what we were dealing with (more or less). Aggie was replaced. She was one of them. One of those things. She was strong. She was fast. She was able to regenerate and willing to kill. And for some reason, she had it out for me.

There were dozens of others that the radio had already identified as being replaced, and those were just the ones we knew about. This was shaping up to be a lot worse than I’d thought.

A part-timer named Daniel came in to start his shift a few hours later. When he saw me, he froze and asked, “You know your ear is bleeding?”

I touched it and winced at the pain. He was right. A piece of Aggie’s mirror must have sliced it open after the bullet hit it.

“I was not aware. Thank you.”

“Were you also not aware that… uh… you look like a bear slashed open your chest?”

I looked down at my t-shirt and the large circle of dried blood around the four deep scratch marks.

“Oh yeah, I guess you’re right. Probably a little too late to get stitches, huh?”

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

Daniel looked around the room, then asked, “Why don’t I take over the register and you can go get cleaned up?”

“Great idea.”

I hit the bathroom and ran some hot water, then I stripped down to my underwear and counted the bruises and scratches. That fight to the death ended up being a lot weirder than I’d expected. And in the end, the only person to die was some random passerby. Sure, he was trying to kill me, but I’m not completely sure he deserved to get slug-tongued to death by a headless Aggie vampire. I cleaned my wounds best I could in the given situation, splashed some water on my face for good measure. Suddenly, I started shaking.

My knees buckled and I hit the ground, shivering, convulsing, sobbing. The night’s rebound effect was finally coming back all at once. I pressed my hands to my face and tried to stay as quiet as possible while the tears and snot poured through the cracks in my fingers. When I was finally done, I felt everything. The aches in my bones. The pounding in my head. The bone-deep scratch marks that still hadn’t clotted all the way.

And then an unusual moment of clarity. A completely unrelated thought. What was that object those bounty hunters took from on top of the time clock?

It looked an awful lot like a bug (the invasion-of-privacy type, not like the ones steadily colonizing the insides of the walls). Were they spying on us? Were they listening to me this whole time? What was the last thing I said before…

Oh shit! The conversation with O’Brien.

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