#sunoco mart

[matthewjameson]

for personal reasons i will now go on a gas station run at 10pm. for what you ask? only the necessities: five hour energy, sun chips, and moon pies. time to get cracking on some new creative prospects baby!

[winslowsjournal]

holy fuck. fuck fuck fuck this is bad this is very bad.

i was working as usual. quiet, because it’s night and not a lot of people come into the gas station at night. the nighttime manager was in her office in the back as she usually is. it was like, maybe around 2:30am? and i’m minding my own business. i look out the window, and i can see across the street the thing i was calling the overseer just standing there.

i look away for a minute, it’s gone. okay, it was just me. a second later, the lights in the store start going crazy and the radio hits static. i look out the window again, it’s right at the door, bent over so it can look through the window at me... but now that i saw it, there was a reason i couldn’t make out any features in my dreams. it didn’t have any. just a white, blank face. nothing else.

the lights in the store start popping. i ended up falling over trying to shield myself from the glass. naturally, i’m losing my fucking mind. what the fuck is happening? i look up and it’s right the fuck there on the other side of the counter. there was some fucking... disembodied voice saying something that i couldn’t make out. it reached out to me, and that’s all i remember.

i was woken up a bit later by my manager. i had passed out. i looked around, and it was like nothing had happened. no glass, the lights were fine. she sent me home and told me to get some rest. rest? i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep for the next fucking week.

i need to figure out what the fuck is happening. i’m terrified. i don’t know what this fucking... creature is. i don’t know what it wants. i don’t even know if it’s real, or if i’m losing my goddamn mind. fuck. i swear to god, it was right there in front of me. i’m not crazy.

jack.