Creepypasta: It Smiles
It all started on a Wednesday night. I had just gotten off of a crappy double shift at my job and was headed home for some well deserved rest. As I was driving down the highway I decided that I wanted to grab a few beers to help take the edge off before I collapsed into bed. The only place open at this time of night on my way home was a small, poorly lit gas station surrounded by empty fields.