Horror Movie Gas Station Novels & Stories

Once she’d reached the appropriate exit, another sign informed her that the station was actually about five miles off of the highway, a nuisance, but she was in no hurry anyway. She pulled up to the pump in front of what could only be described as the world’s loneliest gas station and debated whether or not to use her credit card so she didn’t have to go in or suck it up and run inside and pay cash. There was only one other car in the lot, but the lights were on inside the station, and she could see the cashier peering at her through the dust covered window. She didn’t know if the car belonged to him or if there might actually be another customer inside.

Matt said to the girl and the manager. The manager nodded and then left to inform the staff. Jace walked past Matt with the rest of his men following. They walked through the crowd of people rushing out of the cinema rooms. Jace’s eyes locked on the room he knew the smell was coming from. They paused in front of the doorway. Jace’s eyes flickering to the movie poster next to the door. A horror movie. “Well at least he did us a flavor there. No one probably knew the screams were actual screams and not from the movie.” Dante said next to Jace.

a voice hissed into his ear. The garage door suddenly opened, revealing a hollow, oil-scented cavern. To Graham’s horror, he wasn't the first one there. He was shoved inside, stumbling to his knees in the dirt. Two figures stepped out from behind the skeletal frame of an old Ford Mustang. A woman in a blood-red dress emerged like a phantom, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a sharp suit. Graham squinted through the gloom, a cold, terrifying sweat breaking out across his brow as the woman leaned down, her face inches from his.

Heather whimpered under her breath, and I could feel her fear through our mate bond; which we had consummated before we left. “Hold tight, babe.. I’m going to pretend we’re turning into get gas here. When we’re done, I’ll find us a side street to go down.” I pulled into the gas station for the pump. I had just filled up in Richmond, so I only needed a dollar or two in gas. I made it seem like I was almost empty, waiting while the numbers went nowhere.

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

His breathing was quiet but deep, as if preparing to instill fear in anyone who dared enough to come near. He advanced slowly across the farmland, where the wheat and corn swayed in the cool night breeze, as if whispering in fear and hiding from the mysterious force that moved between the rows. He continued until he reached the asphalt road and stopped abruptly, staring at his burnt-out truck. The embers of the fire flickered across the mangled metal, casting ghostly shadows. He hissed, his voice low and angry, as if to break the heavy silence: “They wrecked the truck… Damn them… They got what they deserved.” He raised his gaze to the dark road, his eyes scanning for any movement, any glimme

Seconds after the headlights came on Roadside gas station, early mornin nobody moved,not me not Tomás not even the man standing outside the truck,like the world was holding it's breath at the exact same time ,the headlights from the truck cut across the front of our care,pale and cold in the early morning dog,I could barely make out the man properly at first just the shape of him standing there beside the open drivers door. He's tall,with a dark jacket on ,his hands empty and he was just ther watching us and that part scared me the most,not theessages,not even the house but this was someone real, someone who. Ould bleed,someone who could had been there long enough to wait for us my chest tig

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

When I looked back, I found an older woman holding a hoe. Her thick, long hair hung straight down and brushed the ground. It looked extremely unusual. At that moment, I realized that the safe zone had shrunk, and I was standing in a danger zone. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing out here instead of sleeping?” The ghoul lady looked straight at me. I watched as her black hair floated and got close to winding around my neck. My throat was parched. It was a natural fear response. Shaking, I raised the eggs and greens in my hands.

Every one of them armed. If this is a trap, whoever set it is about to learn exactly why MoonHaven fears its Alpha when he loses control. The location is an abandoned gas station far outside our territory. The place looks forgotten. Broken windows, rusting fuel pumps, overgrown weeds. The kind of place people pass without noticing. The kind of place someone might use if they don’t want to be found. The moment the vehicles stop, I am out. My senses explode outward. Searching, hunting. Yet nothing. No Naya, no captors, no obvious signs of a struggle. Just silence.