Horror Movie Gas Station Novels & Stories

Burning rubber, I stare at her in the rearview mirror and vow to hunt her down before she takes another living person's soul from them. When my gas tank is almost empty, I pull into this darkly lit, old station just outside of Memphis and decide that it will be safe to grab some gas and a cup of coffee before driving the rest of the way to the hotel. When I say it's darkly lit, I mean it is so dark out that I can't see barely anything in front of me. Looking at my watch, I notice that it is 3 a.m. and I am surprised the gas station is even open. When I walk inside, the older gentleman gives me a nod and says, "How are you doing this evening?"

Every light inside the station flickered violently. People shouted. The refrigerators hum off. Darkness swallowed the store for one long heartbeat. Then the backup generator kicked on. Half the lights returned dimmer than before. Uneasy murmuring spread through the station. Someone laughed nervously. “Okay… that’s not creepy at all.” Nobody really laughed with him. Outside the windows, rain hammered the gas pumps, blurring visibility beyond the parking lot. Then a woman screamed. The sound sliced through the station so sharply that everyone froze. Not startled.

"Serena, are you sure you are okay? Are you sure those bastards didn’t hurt you?" I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I'm fine, Kaden. They didn't lay a hand on me." He wrinkled his nose, his eyes darting around the run down filling station as if just realizing its shady state. "Why on earth did you come to get gas here? This place looks sketchy. And the security cameras... they're broken. Those men could have gotten away with whatever they wanted, and no one would know. Plus, this area is so secluded."

**GAMMA SITE - RANGER STATION** Devastation. The station’s reinforced door hung off its hinges, twisted metal screaming silent agony. The specialized van Harlan had procured lay on its side, tires shredded, armored panels cratered by heavy-caliber impacts. Smoke, thick and chemical, curled from shattered electronics within. Rain lashed the scene, turning churned earth into bloody mud. Bodies. Three of Harlan’s trusted perimeter guards lay crumpled, expressions frozen in surprise or mid-shout. The violence had been swift, overwhelming, professional.

Instead, Terra tried not to think and let the highway be the only thing on her mind. The car started to sputter and Terra looked nervously down at the gas level. The dull red light pointed to a faded ‘E’ on the bottom of the gauge. She growled and glanced at her clock. It was just past nine in the morning. Terra sighed, ignoring her blinker as she turned off the road and into a small town. She rounded the corner to the quaint town, quickly locating the gas station. It was the first thing visible out of the six buildings. Next to the gas station was a motel, diner, grocery store, hardware store, mechanic, and a small clinic.

He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out. The bar wasn’t far away and it was too crowded for his liking. He saw his gang waiting for him outside. And his pack too. He was about to move when he got his shoulder grab. "Calm down. Let Enzo do the work first". Zee said holding his hand and he looked back at him confused. They all moved inside and there Stephen saw what he meant. Callum was hugging a girl while dancing. But what frightened Stephen was, the girl had a punctured neck. But maybe she was so intoxicated by the drugs that she didn’t notice it.

I stepped out, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. The bike Bishop had mentioned sat under a tarp, shadowed by the rusted frame of a crane. I walked closer, hand resting near the small knife clipped inside my jacket. When I pulled the tarp back, my breath caught. There was no Harley — just an empty metal drum with a rag stuffed inside the spout. A faint smell of gasoline hit me like a warning. “Son of a bitch…” The sound of footsteps echoed behind me. I spun, but it was too late — the first hit came hard and fast. My head snapped to the side as I stumbled backward. Two figures stepped out of the fog, both wearing the club’s colours.

Straight through the underpass and then hard left into the industrial stretch where the streetlights were spaced too far apart to be useful. The headlights vanished after the third turn. Emily drove another ten minutes before she pulled off into the forecourt of a small gas station sitting alone at the edge of a town neither of us knew the name of. Gravel popped under the tires. She rolled to a stop beside a rusted pump and cut the engine. The silence that followed was enormous. I exhaled slowly, pressing my head back against the seat. Safe. At least for right now, in this ugly little nowhere gas station with its one buzzing fluorescent light and its empty forecourt, we were safe.

Among the five, there was a couple, a pair that was more than just friends, and one that was single. At first, Stella thought that it was always like this. The movie had built a scary vibe at the beginning, and the gatekeeper of the old mansion told them not to go out at night in a frightening way. However, as characters in horror movies, they would always refuse to listen to warnings. When the girl who had a boyfriend took a bath at night and found someone peeping, she put on her clothes and went out with a flashlight to catch the culprit. She chased the culprit to the ancestral hall where the statues of ghosts and Gods were enshrined, which looked very scary.

"Okay." Caraline smiled as she watched Deric attempt to climb into the wheelchair. As the man drove towards the kitchen, his laughter was suddenly present. "This is starting to get fun." Caraline turned to the television. The television showed a headless ghost with blood pouring out of it. "Oh my! How can people like horrible things like this movie? It makes me sick." Caraline covered her face with both hands. She didn't want to look at the television, but the movie still came through and gave her goosebumps. The woman scanned the surroundings, which were quiet and poorly lit.