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00:00Story number 6. The Man Who Vanished. A Night Shift. Nightmare.
00:08It was a cold, lonely night at the 24-hour grocery store in a small town,
00:13the kind of place where the silence was only broken by the hum of refrigerators
00:17and the occasional shuffle of footsteps. I, Jake, had just clocked in for my usual graveyard shift,
00:23knowing the night would drag on, just like all the others. With the store mostly empty,
00:27I had a chance to stock the shelves in peace. As I pushed my cart through the aisles,
00:32the familiar quiet of the store made the hours feel endless. But tonight would be different.
00:37Tonight, something dark was lurking in the shadows. I was working the canned goods aisle when I heard
00:42a sound that immediately sent a chill down my spine. It was faint at first, like something or
00:47someone had knocked over a can in the next aisle. Normally, the sliding door at the store's entrance
00:52was loud enough to announce anyone's arrival, but tonight, it had been eerily silent.
00:56But my curiosity peaked. I looked up, and that's when I saw him. A man stood just at the edge of
01:02the aisle, staring at me with vacant, cold eyes. His face was unsettling, like something from a
01:07nightmare. His features were distorted, his upper lip protruding unnaturally, giving him the appearance
01:13of a cartoonish character from an old animated show. My heart began to race, and instinctively I
01:18asked,
01:19Can I help you find something? The man barely blinked, then muttered in a low, raspy voice,
01:27The eggs. Where are they?
01:30There was something off about him. His voice was flat, emotionless.
01:34I quickly led him to the egg section, all while feeling his eyes boring into me.
01:39I tried to keep my composure as I rang up his purchase, but I couldn't shake the feeling that
01:43something was terribly wrong. He didn't even look at me when I handed him the receipt. He just turned
01:49and walked away. As I moved to the back of the store with my cart, my unease deepened. I rounded
01:54the corner to find him again, blocking my path. Hey! he called out, his voice dripping with awkwardness.
02:00What's your name? Where do you go to school?
02:03His questions became increasingly personal, intrusive even, until he asked,
02:08Do you have a girlfriend? Ever had a boyfriend? I froze, my blood turning to ice. He stepped closer,
02:15his hand reaching toward my shoulder, as if to touch me. My survival instincts kicked in,
02:21and without thinking, I rushed to the back room, heart pounding, leaving my cart behind.
02:26I could hear him following, but I didn't dare look back. I waited, hidden in the dark,
02:31hoping he'd leave. But I waited for 20 minutes, and he never returned. Thinking he was finally gone,
02:36I ventured out to the bathroom, desperate to relieve myself. But as soon as I sat down,
02:41the door creaked open, and a cold draft swept in. My heart dropped into my stomach. I froze.
02:47Through the narrow gap in the stall, I saw an eye, a single, dark eye, peering at me. I gasped,
02:54my mind racing. How is he still here? With trembling hands, I grabbed the box cutter from my pocket,
03:00and slid it through the crack in the door, hoping to make him back off. The eye disappeared.
03:04Without wasting another second, I burst from the stall, ran out of the bathroom,
03:09and bolted for the exit. I called my boss repeatedly, but he didn't pick up until after
03:13I'd escaped. The police were called, but the man was long gone. I never saw him again,
03:18but the memory of that night haunts me to this day. Every time I close my eyes, I wonder,
03:24what if he hadn't disappeared? What if he'd followed me out of the store? Would I be telling
03:28this story at all? Story number 7. The Black-Eyed Stranger, Terror at the Gas Station.
03:36It was a dead night at the old, run-down gas station on the edge of town. My name's Mark,
03:41and I'd been working the graveyard shift for what felt like forever. The highway was mostly deserted,
03:46save for the occasional trucker passing through. The cold wind howled outside as I sat behind the
03:51counter, trying to stay awake, scrolling through my phone and occasionally glancing at the flickering
03:56lights above. At around 3 o'clock AM, something caught my eye. A red pickup truck rolled into
04:01the parking lot, its headlights slicing through the darkness like a beacon. I didn't think much
04:06of it at first. Sometimes cars would stop for gas or a quick pit stop, but when the truck came to a
04:12halt, the driver just sat there. No one got out. For a few minutes, I watched the truck in confusion,
04:18wondering if the driver was asleep. Then it happened. The man slowly got out of the truck and stood still
04:23by the gas pump. He didn't move a muscle, just stared at the pump in an unnerving way.
04:29I didn't know why, but something about his stillness made the hair on the back of my neck
04:32stand up. The man didn't even acknowledge the pump. It was like he was waiting. For what?
04:38I tried to shrug it off, thinking maybe he was just another lost soul passing through.
04:43But then I saw it, his eyes. When he turned his head to look at me, they were completely black.
04:48No whites, no pupils, just endless dark voids. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly turned away,
04:55pretending not to notice. My fingers fumbled as I locked the front door.
04:58I didn't want to be rude, but something about this guy just didn't sit right with me.
05:03I ducked behind the counter, my hands shaking as I sent a quick text to my friend asking if he was
05:08awake. He wasn't. I felt completely alone and I hated it. As I peered over the counter,
05:13I saw the man was no longer at the pump. He was standing by the door, staring directly at me.
05:18No movement, just those dark eyes fixed on me like a predator. My breath caught in my throat.
05:24I did what anyone would do in a situation like this. I grabbed the phone and called 911. As I was
05:29dialing, the man stepped closer to the door and began banging on it with his fists. The noise was
05:34deafening, a series of violent thuds that rattled the glass. I could hear his heavy breath on the other
05:39side, but I dared not look. I crouched lower behind the counter, praying he would go away.
05:45Seconds felt like hours. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to make a move. I kept the phone
05:50pressed to my ear, trying to tell the dispatcher what was happening. But the words wouldn't come
05:55out. And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, the man stopped. The banging ceased.
06:00I risked a glance up and saw the red pickup truck's engine roar to life. The man slowly got in and drove
06:05away, disappearing into the darkness of the highway without another word. When the police arrived,
06:10they found nothing. No sign of the man, no trace of his vehicle. It was as if he had never been there
06:16at all. I haven't been able to shake the feeling that he was never a regular person. Something was
06:21off about him. And to this day, every time I work that shift, I can't help but feel that he's still
06:26out there, waiting to return. Story number 8. The Whispering Man, A Terrifying Encounter
06:32It was another uneventful night at the 7-Eleven, or so I thought. My name is Alex, and I worked the
06:40graveyard shift, 10pm to 4am at a 7-Eleven on a quiet, isolated stretch of road. The night was cold,
06:47and the store was eerily quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerators and the occasional car passing by.
06:52It was a job I took to pay the bills after college, but the weirdness that started one
06:57particular night changed everything. Around 2am, a man came into the store. He was disheveled,
07:03wearing a dirty jacket and old jeans. I didn't think much of him at first,
07:07until he started making strange, unsettling noises. At first, I thought he was just muttering to himself,
07:13but the sounds grew louder and more bizarre, like loud, guttural growls mixed with high-pitched yelps.
07:18He walked around the store like he was lost, still making those horrifying noises,
07:24his eyes wide and unfocused. I tried to ignore it at first, figuring he was just mentally ill,
07:29but it was impossible to block out the sounds. The man approached the counter,
07:33still groaning and muttering incoherently. He didn't pick up anything to buy, he just stood there,
07:39staring at me with those vacant eyes. I felt my heart racing. There was something wrong with this guy,
07:44something I couldn't put my finger on. After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned
07:49and left the store without a word. I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping I'd never have to see him
07:54again. But that was just the beginning. The next night, around the same time, my phone rang at the
07:59register. I picked it up, assuming it was a wrong number or a prank call. But what I heard sent a chill
08:04down my spine, the same disturbing noises from the man. It was as if he had followed me home,
08:10his guttural growls echoing through the phone. I hung up, shaking, thinking I was imagining things.
08:16But the phone calls didn't stop. Over the next few days, he called repeatedly, always making the
08:22same eerie noises, like a twisted, distorted version of a human voice. It was as if he was
08:27taunting me, tormenting me from a distance. One night after another call, I decided to check my
08:32phone log. There it was, his number. But what disturbed me even more was the thought that the
08:37man knew where I lived. A few weeks later, I went into my basement to grab some old boxes,
08:43and that's when I found it. The walls of my basement were covered in strange writing,
08:47scratched into the concrete with something sharp. My stomach dropped when I saw it.
08:527-Eleven written all over the walls, along with my address and my name. But the worst part?
08:57There in the corner were several kitchen knives, some bloody, others with dried rust,
09:02arranged in a chilling pattern. I nearly collapsed. I hadn't seen the man in weeks,
09:07but now it felt like he had been watching me, living in the shadows, waiting. My house no longer
09:13felt safe. I called the police, but they couldn't find any evidence of the man's presence.
09:18It's been months since I found those disturbing markings, but every time I close my eyes,
09:23I hear those eerie noises. Louder, closer, and more real than ever before. I don't know who or
09:30what he was, but I know one thing for sure. He's still out there, and I don't think he's done with
09:35me yet. Story number 9. The Vanishing Killers. A night of terror in the cornfield. Officer Jake
09:42Harper had seen his fair share of strange things in his nine years on the force, but nothing could have
09:48prepared him for the horror that awaited him that chilly autumn night. It was just past midnight when
09:53he and his K-9 partner, Max, a German shepherd, were patrolling the back roads of an isolated farm
09:58area. The air was thick with fog, and the only sound was the rustling of the dry corn stalks swaying
10:04in the wind. Out of nowhere, Jake's headlights caught a flash of white. He slammed on the brakes as he
10:09spotted an abandoned white van parked in the middle of a lonely stretch of dirt road. Something about it
10:14didn't sit right. The van's doors were wide open, and it was completely silent. With no other vehicles
10:20in sight, Jake knew this was no ordinary stop. Max, stay close, Jake murmured, reaching for his
10:26flashlight. He stepped out of the cruiser, scanning the area. The van seemed almost too quiet, and as
10:31he approached it, the stench hit him. A mix of decay and something far worse. He shone the light into the
10:37van and froze. Inside were body bags, seven to be exact. Each one was carefully arranged, with the
10:43unmistakable shape of human bodies inside. His heart pounded as he radioed for backup, but he couldn't take
10:49his eyes off the scene. Before he could process what he was seeing, Max began to bark furiously.
10:55The hairs on the back of Jake's neck stood up as he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the
10:59cornfield behind him. Without warning, he was ambushed. A figure lunged from the darkness,
11:04knocking him to the ground. Another attacker appeared, moving like a shadow through the corn.
11:09Jake barely had time to draw his weapon before the first man was on top of him, choking him with a
11:14vice-like grip. Max lunged at the second figure, snapping his jaws and forcing the attacker to release
11:19Jake. The canine's teeth sank into the man's leg, and Jake used the moment of distraction to pull out
11:24his gun. Max, hold him! Jake shouted as he aimed at the attacker on top of him. With one quick shot,
11:30the man fell, but the attack wasn't over. The second assailant, now freed from Max's grasp, charged at
11:36Jake again, but the dog wasn't about to let his handler be harmed. Max bit down on the man's arm, giving Jake
11:42just enough time to pull the trigger and take down the second attacker. Panting and bleeding from a deep
11:47gash on his arm, Jake stumbled to his feet, grabbing Max's leash. They ran back to the cruiser,
11:53barely making it before another figure stepped out of the cornfield. Jake glanced back one last time,
11:59but when he turned, the van and the body bags had vanished. The cornfield was eerily still,
12:04with no sign of the attackers or their vehicle. Backup arrived moments later, but the scene was as
12:09empty as it had been when Jake first arrived. There were no tracks, no bodies, no van. It was as if
12:14the whole nightmare had never happened. As the police scoured the area for any sign of the
12:19assailants, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that something far worse was lurking in the shadows.
12:24The van and the killers had disappeared without a trace, but the terror lingered in Jake's mind.
12:29He couldn't help but wonder, had they been part of something bigger? Something far more sinister?
12:35Whatever it was, Jake knew one thing for sure. He'd be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
12:40Have a good day.
12:45Good night.
12:47Good night.
12:53Good night.
12:58Good night.
13:00Good night.
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