Creepypasta: It Smiles

Jimmy Misner Jr.
8 min readJun 13, 2021
Photo by Zachary Kadolph on Unsplash

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 to be in his late 40’s or early 50’s and clearly didn’t take much care of himself. He was rather thin, emaciated almost with a dirty brown beard streaked with grey and a little bit of white.

He slowly looked over at me with a bored look on his face. I said hi to him as I started to walk to the back of the store where the refrigeration units were holding those oh so tantalizing cold beers. He kind of just bobbed his head up and down a little and just went back to just sitting there. I got to the coolers and saw that there weren’t a lot of options available. Same as the rest of the store, a lot of stuff was out or quite low stocked. I looked over at the cashier and called out “Hey, do you have any more of this in the back? Not a lot of options here, man!”

The man just looked over at me and said “Sorry. What’s out here is what we got.” before looking at nothing again. I looked around the store and was like “Delivery running late?” He…

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Jimmy Misner Jr.

I like to write about everything but mainly life lessons, relationships, and advice in general. I respond to comments so feel free to start a conversation!