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.
I thought to myself ‘spooky’ but I wasn’t at all deterred. I pulled in and got a closer look. The lot was poorly kept and I saw that the station itself didn’t look particularly clean either. I also noticed that it was basically deserted with just a junky looking car off to the side out of the way. As I started to think about all of the horror stories I’d heard I almost just pulled back out and went home. Oh… how I wish I had. What stopped me was seeing the beer through the poorly maintained window.
I snapped myself out of it thinking to myself ‘That stuff never happens! This place is a piece of crap but the beer should be fine. I’ll be in and out and on my way home in no time!’. With these thoughts I hopped out of my car and headed into the gas station. The inside of the gas station wasn’t much better than the outside. There were a lot of empty gaps where product should be and much of the product that was available was barely filled. The cashier was sitting behind the counter. He seemed…
