Creepypasta #1140: The Creepiest Thing I've Ever Had Happen During Night Shift
As a 22 year old high school
dropout, I really have little to no opportunities in this world, so I took up a
job at a 7/11. Night shift. Fuck. Me.
late shift, one very cold September night, a man walked in. He
looked like he’d just gotten completely smashed, then glued himself together,
and got smashed again. The
motherfucker walked, acted, and talked drunk. He
also smelled like a drunk.
went over to the hot dog roller that we have. They’re hot bars that spin and basically
cook things like sausages and egg rolls. He
went over to it and pointed at the egg rolls.
He shouted, “huaaaaaaaa
gimhihhe thisssssssss”, which was followed by a very obnoxious and low groan.
forced to, I put on a smile and said, “Yes sir, right away.”
grabbed the egg rolls and strolled over to the register. It
totaled up to $2.67. But he
only had a $20 bill, and
we were out of fives and singles.
I said to him, “sir,
do you have anything besides a 20? We’re out of small change.”
said, “no”, in a very mopey tone.
got the impression that he was homeless. So me being the nice person that I am, I
pulled out $2.67 from my wallet and paid for him.
looked so happy, as happy as his wrinkly face could be. He
started limping out of the store. When
he got outside, he
got on all fours, clawed at the packaging for the egg rolls, and fucking chomped both of them up at the same time. I
tried to keep my reaction in, but I flinched at the sight.
fucking took off on all fours faster than any human would on both legs.
sixteen minutes later, him and five other men crawl up to the store on all
was shitting myself beyond belief right there.
soon as they reached the door, they got up and walked like drunks.
all wanted fucking egg rolls
the fuck was I dealing with?
only had 6 left, and there were 6 of them.
I said, “there are only 6 left. Sorry guys, only half of you will get egg rolls.”
all fucking screeched and howled at the same time.
Being a natural pussy, I
said, “I’ll be back. I’ll go get some egg rolls.” We
make our egg rolls in-store, for freshness reasons. I
set them up, and told them, “it’ll be about 10 minutes.”
8 minutes later, the first man got up and laid his hands on the counter, with
the loudest fucking clang that I’ve ever heard. I
scurried over and said, “they’re ready”, with the biggest voice crack.
cracked up and laughed like how a drunk person would, but they didn’t seem drunk
when they were running up to the store.
serve them their things. "It’ll
be $15 exact,“ I said.
original man put up the $20 bill. Me, with the instinct of survival, handed him back five dollars from my own wallet. They
scurried along with their food happily. Then, they ripped the
food apart and chomped it down in seconds.
had a little donut store next door, The person who worked night shift at the
same time as me was a really, really, really big prick.
heard them loudly crawling over next door, and the door slammed open.
guy shouted, "hey, watch that fucking door!”
I heard him say, “That’ll be $12.54.”
he said, “If you only have $5, get the fuck out.”
I hear some more clawing, and I heard water splash. Then a loud thump.
I never did hear the other door close. Our doors are lightweight as hell, so
we can hear basically anything that isn’t a whisper.
heard dragging, and then silence.
went over next door during my 10 minute break.
there was nobody there. Just a scuff on the floor, and scratches leading to the
back as if something was being dragged, and was holding on by its nails. It
led out to the dumpster, where the guy who worked the night shift clerk was laying
in it. He was scratched across his face and neck, with his head bleeding and a giant
gash on his right temple.
I saw 4 pairs of
eyes watching me. Then in a flash, they were gone.
could’ve been the dead clerk if I wasn’t so nice and helped them out.
you work night shift at a place that sells food, and if you see people that
don’t seem to act sober, or are just plain creepy, please,
take my advice.
18 years ago I remember my my mom being told over the phone that my brother would be spending 15 years in prison for gang related crimes and violence. He was barely a teenager. I was only 5 so I don’t remember much. But I remember my mom falling to the floor not being able to catch her breath. I remember seeing how much it broke her. I remember how much it eventually broke all of us. 18 years later and I’ve never seen her cry in the way she did, that night.
8 years ago I remember starting a new school, for the fourth time. Freshman year all the way until junior year I spent my lunches in the bathroom alone as I called my mom to keep me company, because I had no one else. I remember being an outcast, shy and nervous. I remember coming home crying after school every day praying for at least one friend. Hating myself for how “weird” I was. I call these years the lost years. I hated myself enough to ignore whatever I was. Even though, I was just me. I hated me.
4 years ago I remember it seemed like my entire life was crashing all at once. I came to realization with my sexuality, I fell in love with a girl who taught me so much about loving someone and how to be loved. Everything was perfect. Until we lost each other, leading to my first true heartbreak I ever had. Her religion kept us apart, and even out of each other’s life. The breakup was very sudden and heart aching. Just two weeks later my nephew had a seizure on his 15th birthday. No one knew the cause of it, it took doctors months to figure it out. He lost his ability to use his entire left side of his body, with severe bleeding in the brain. At 15, his life changed forever. A week later, my dad lands in the hospital for kidney failure. He couldn’t seem to shake the disease of alcoholism he’s been fighting since before I was even born. The doctor predicted a very short time frame to live. I remember how badly I cried over all three of these incidents, for almost a year straight. I remember praying to god to bring me someone to help cope, after losing my love, who was also my best friend. I remember being at work finding a quiet space to pray to god, as I cried, every day. I prayed so much for his help and strength. I thought I’d never get over it.
1 year ago I remember being in the most abusive relationship of my life. She would hit me in my sleep, forced sex on me as I refused, even in my sleep and refused to notice it as rape. She would threaten to kill me, call me fat. Cut me off from my friends and family. She would choke me until I cried, because that’s all she wanted to see. She wrecked my new vehicle I worked so hard for and put me thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. she played being the victim so well, that I had no one to be there for me. This was the very first time I ever not only thought, but also attempted suicide, and commonly self harmed myself.
I thought I’d never get over any of it.
It’s now 2017. It will be two years in June since my brothers been home, he’s married to his first love, with a one year old. He’s happy and he’s healthy and in love, my mom is married to a man who treats her in a way I’ve always hoped to see. My senior year of high school? It was beautiful. I not only met some amazing people, but I’ve grown to be more confident and love myself whether someone does or not. My nephew is now able to walk again and is currently gaining back his motor skills to speak again. My dad, he’s still alive and seems to be healthier than ever. Remember when I said I prayed for someone to be there for me? I soon after met my best friend Kathryn. Who has played a major role in my life and someone who I look up to everyday. She’s forever. And I finally built the courage to leave my abusive ex. It was terrifying, it was difficult but I did it. I learned to love myself again, it was a long and painful process but I did it. And I will continue to.
If I could tell my past self what I know now, it would be that things don’t last forever. And even the pain, sometimes it does stay but it’s something you learn to live with and soon enough appreciate, for reasons. Trauma happens, and sometimes more than once. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that a better day does exist. That no matter how bad things can be, there are better days. Hang in there, and take the moment to realize how far you’ve come. And appreciate the bad days for making the good ones so much more beautiful.
As bad as all of these are, as much as they all hurt and left marks upon me visible and not, it’s made me who I am today. I have a strong sense of self. I am proud of who I am and I love myself and understand who I am more than anyone else will and I don’t mind that. I enjoy my solitude and no longer cry or am scared when it occurs. And I’m aware of any unhealthy, toxic and abusive relations before they get close enough to me. What has happened made me strong, and has only made my heart ten million times bigger. And I want to spend the rest of my life helping and healing anyone I possibly can. Because I know I’m capable of doing so, and it is where I find the most happiness and comfort.. in another persons smile and forgiveness.
A couple of days ago, was telling my dear friend @erikamariapell how I had this in my drafts - and today seemed like a good day to actually post it.
My current aesthetic is Bughead Soulmates Fic.
I need there to be a million of them. I’ve read like 5 and I’m hooked. HOOKED!
I don’t care if it’s their name or initials or the first thing they speak to one another tattooed on them. Or bumps and bruises turning the other person colours. Or only seeing in black and white until they meet (oooh what if Bughead always could see colour since they met as children!?)
Or a timer built into their arm to indicate when they’ll meet their true love (like “Timer” the super cute film - if you haven’t seen it you should! And then write me a Bughead!Timer fic! lol.) but yeah.
Any kind of Soulmate Fic would make me happy today.
Fic writers - do a girl a solid. *pupydog eyes*
Write it or Rec it. I’m easy. Just tag me so I can actually read it. lol.
Hey!I open new commission for half body stuff! Now it’s time for exams. What is more I’m working on my first animation movie.I have only one month for creation (oh boy).But I really love to do commissions for you guys.It makes me chill out a little bit So the rules are the same :)
Shipping (slash, femslash, etc)
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And many other things!
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Whatever I don’t want to do
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hi april! do you think bellamy and clarke will quickly find their way back to each other at the beginning of s5? i think physically they'll reunite really quickly in the season but i'm highkey Concerned that it's gonna take them till the end of the season to confess feelings/kiss/whatever since they've had so much time apart. i'm interested to hear your thoughts!
Well, as we know Bellamy and Clarke have been separated for every Season finale except one (3). It took them 5 episodes to reunite with one another in Season 2, but only 2 episodes to reunite in Season 3 (even though they were separated quickly). They were reunited again in Season 3 in episode 5, but both Season 2 and 3 has 16 episodes each, which meant they had more time to keep them separated.
If they only have 13 episodes in Season 5, there is no way they can keep Bellarke separated until episode 5 (even though that does seem to be their reunion episode). Even if you put aside the fact that I believe they are building a true romance between them, they are the main characters of the story. They have to be reunited at some point because they carry the story.
Also, we know thanks to interviews with JRoth that Abby and Clarke will reunited and Bellamy and Octavia will reunite, which makes me wonder if Bellamy and Clarke’s meeting will facilitate the opening of the bunker.
I don't know if this has been pointed out yet, but it seems to me the first time Otabek smiles is when he realizes all the trouble Yuri must have gone through just to find him. Like, he spent 5 years honing his skating skills just to feel respectable enough to ask for friendship. Then not only does his senpai come looking for him, his senpai asks HIM for help and advice and shares feelings you know he'd never tell anyone else. Beka must be so gleeful inside: "5 years and he really likes me!"
YEAH, all of this. This is exactly how I feel. I get emotional just thinking about it. ;_;
Don’t you just love that theme within YOI of idolizing a person and then actually getting to know them and seeing their true self, the person behind the idol, and liking loving them even more?
Tell 10 personal things about you that your followers don't know about you. I've been following you since you came on tumblr and I realized in almost two years, you never talk about yourself personally unless absolutely necessary. You can totally ignore this if you like but a few of us were wondering about this the other day. We'd be really happy if you would answer this. Love you Matty *.*
Wow. Well, since you asked so nicely…
1. I’m an incredibly private person. I’m very social and love meeting new people but only allow very few people close.
2. I suffered from major body image issues in school. Thankfully, I got over them well.
3. I have mild OCD. Disorganization gets on my nerves.
4. I’m actually named after a goddess. Matty is just a nickname.
5. As much as I love music, I cannot play or sing to save my life. At all.
6. I’m mostly a cool cucumber - very hard to anger - but when I do get angry, it’s ugly. My brain cells pretty much faint at that point. Along with the parties involved.
God, I can’t think of more! Ugh… okay…
7. I’m a belly dancer.
8. I’m a single child.
9. I’ve been living on my own for almost a decade now.
10. I’m a believer of silver linings and new experiences.
Don’t ask me to do that again, anon! I had to spend more time on this than on writing an Olicity meta!
58. description of my best friend @reedusteinrambles there are no words for her, she is out of this world and have dones so much in a short time know each other than anyone I have knwo all my life she just an amazing person I love her to out the milky way and back <3
59. why i joined tumblr I wanted to show my story and get feedback on them.
1. I have a headache and fatigue. Came home early from work but said headache is making it hard to sleep.
2. The only things worse, in my mind, than people thinking I’ve done something wrong is having actually done something wrong on accident. I never do things that are wrong (I mean morally wrong) on purpose.
3. My list of things to accomplish this weekend is long
4. First on the list is a night away with Chris
5. I’m going to write thank you notes to all of my students, but I really need to get on it, because there are 65 of them.
This actually depends on the time ^^;; sometimes when I’m creating/developing a character, I tend to feel more attracted to them. Right now… v—–This one is my fav And she used to be my fav some weeks ago—–v
So yeah… I can change at any minute tbh xD
5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?
6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?
Uhhh… maybe these two??? I really can’t think of 2 OCs that look alike ;w;
10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?
I make all of them simple for my own sake and sanity, sorry x’D
I love that they made her a regular. They arent going to waste the money for her not to make it for most of the season so at most they get 2 eps lol. So if shes not gonna die the only other option for blarkes is to say that beachball would leave his partner of 5 years for clarke. U cant spin that to make him good person.
BRUHHHH I’ve deadass seen them say in MULTIPLE posts from big accounts saying that even if he came down shacked up and with kids he would drop them for Clarke. That he “wouldn’t have eyes for anyone else if he saw her again”. How is that shit romantic?
“Let me abandon the woman I’ve developed a 7 year relationship with and our kids for the teeanger I met years ago and that I’ve now known for less than I know my wife. Hmmmm…yes. True love.”
Do you know how much people change in 7 years? Especially someone who was in their teens like Clarke was? I’m not the same person I was when I was 20 and I won’t be the same person 7 years from now. Even Bellini was in love with her this entire time (hint: he isn’t), he thinks she’s fucking dead. He obviously at least started…something…with one of them up there. They’re fucking delusional.
hello lovelies!! I know, it feels like its only been a few days since I last posted a what I’m reading, oh wait, because it has only been a few days! (this is what happens when I fall behind smh) thankfully, I’ve had more time to read now summer’s here so I’ve got a decent number of lovely fics to rec! Enjoy <3
author summary: Speirs and Roe share moments in Bastogne.
word count: 5,212
my thoughts: ahhhhhh I love this so much. Speirs/Roe is such an intriguing pairing, imho, and this author writes for them so well that any doubts I had were gone as soon as I started it. I’m sold. in the tags it says Gene is OOC but honestly, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch. I’m very particular when it comes to my boy Gene, and I could picture everything that happened without a problem (and with a big stupid grin).
author summary: In which Brad is a brick wall, but a hypnotically captivating one when he sleeps.
word count: 924
my thoughts: of all the gen kill pairings, Brad/Nate is my favorite, and this little one shot embodies almost every reason why. plus, ngl, I’m a slut for anything written from Nate’s perspective. my only qualm with this particular one shot is WHERE ARE MY LOVEY DOVEY CUDDLES MADDIE? WHERE ARE THEY? *ahem* you should read this, asap.
author summary: Joe has just been hit. Bill tries to save him. It’s the Breaking Point.
word count: 441
my thoughts: this is short and so so painful, but it is also one of my very favorite Bill/Toye ficlets. focused on the most frightening moment in the pairing’s canon events but also a moment of realization, and maybe even an ‘I love you.’ this will take you very little time to read, and you will be glad you did. trust me.
author summary: A prompt fill completed for ‘The First I Love You’ on tumblr. This is for the prompt 'Indirectly - While talking to someone else’.
word count: 456
my thoughts: this is a little drabble centered around Speirton, set in the last patrol, and including an accidental confession. achingly sweet, and makes for a nice time out from all the angst in the fandom.
author summary: Malarkey ends up in Speirs’s room one night. He was always going to end up here eventually.
word count: 4,646
my thoughts: for all you lovers out there, I give you: Speirs/Malark, in the form of pure smut! not to mention, very well done and totally in-character. these is a pairing it took me awhile to get behind, though I’m not sure why, but now that I’m on board I can’t get enough of them. this is definitely a nice addition to the Speirs/Malark collection.
author summary: Theirs wasn’t an easy story, but it was theirs all the same. They knew stolen moments might be all they ever had, but somehow that seemed worth it.
word count: 3,352
my thoughts: this is an amazing little canon era fic for a rare rarepair: Guarnere/Liebgott. at first I really wasn’t sure about these two together and then suddenly I was in love with the idea. written true to character, you really get a feel for what the dynamic between the two of them would be: feisty and heated but kindred spirits all the same. I adore this pairing, and this fic.
Well after paying all my bills I notice I don’t have any money to pay for food for the weekend so I’m going to starve unless… I do an emergency commission on chibi-ponies. Need to raise at least 50$. So I’m open and need the cash upfront. PayPal only though. any species of pony including changlings. ocs are welcome! Pm me for slots. be quick and clean. will have them done in the next couple of days.
choose any one from below
1. Darktailsp (paid) 2. Open 3. Open 4. Open 5. Open 6. Open 7. Open 8. Open 9. Open 10. Open
*need ref sheet in order to work
if you cant help me just hopefully spread this out please!
Klonoa is an unlockable character in the Japan-only title Family Tennis Advance for the GameBoy Advance. You can unlock him along with other Namco characters by finishing a 5-set exhibition match. You do not have to be the winner or get a certain score. The character you unlock is random and either rewards you 1 or 2 of them at a time.
Greetings! I ship Ymir and Historia really hard. May I have some headcanons of them?
Ymir definitely has the more dominant personality, which would lead her to be the dominant one in the relationship.
That being said, though, Historia is 100% in charge of what happens, whether romantically or just generally. If she tells Ymir to do or not do something, Ymir will obey.
Historia, being only 145 cm tall (or 4′ 9″), frequently has trouble reaching things. She would almost always end up having to ask Ymir for help, as Ymir is 172 cm (or 5′8″).
This happens so often that Historia doesn’t have to even say anything anymore. Ymir will just automatically come over and get down whatever it is that Historia needs.
When Historia is having trouble seeing something, Ymir will lift her. If its an extended view, she’ll put Historia on her shoulders.
Ymir always likes the last thing she sees before she falls asleep to be Historia’s content, sleeping face. (Historia always falls asleep before Ymir does)
Ymir is actually, secretly, super romantic at heart. But she doesn’t let it show because she thinks she needs to be tough in order to truly protect Historia.
She holds her own emotions back so that, should something cause them to have to part ways indefinitely, Historia will hopefully not be hurt as much by it.
Despite Ymir concealing her feelings, Historia is 100% on to her and knows exactly how she feels.
But she lets Ymir think that she’s keeping it hidden well, knowing it must ease Ymir’s mind somehow to do it.
Ymir doesn’t tend to dream very often. But when she does, it always includes Historia. Most of the time nothing all that exciting happens, but that’s what makes those dreams so perfect. They don’t have to worry about giants trying to kill them and don’t have to worry about who they are. They can just lay on a hill, watching that clouds and talking.
Her nightmares always feature Historia as well, though. The most frequent are about Ymir failing to protect Historia, losing her to titans and being helpless. But another common one is Historia rejecting her after she has reveled that she is a titan shifter.
She never voices her dreams, good or bad, to Historia.
Historia is super respectful of Ymir’s boundaries most of the time. She can tell when Ymir has had a bad dream, but never presses her to know what it was about.
She does her best to distract Ymir from her thoughts and it will always work in the end.
Historia knows that, one day, when she feels ready, Ymir will be able to completely open up to her.
And she is more than willing to wait for that day to come, even if it takes years.