Gas Station Descriptive Writing

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It was almost one in the morning when I stopped to get gas in my car at the decrepit station in the closest town. It was just about pitch black in the middle of nowhere and the only source of light came from the occasional car that passed. The gas station was one where it looked like it was closed, even though I knew it wasn’t. There were lights inside the tiny convenience store and a single car parked in the lot. I pulled up to the pump and got out to pay, a little apprehensive at the lack of life. Next to the door was a man sitting on the ground, clearly displaced. His clothes were tattered and dirty and he had a hat on his head. I made eye contact, mistakenly, and hurried inside as he winked at me in a creepy way. “What can I do today …show more content…

I noticed the man wasn’t outside the door anymore and I disregarded him as a poor hobo probably looking for a more populous gas station to get money out of people. I filled up the tank instantaneously, got in my car, and sped away without going back for my change. There was no way I was going to spend another minute in that eerie gas station. The highway was a much calmer sight, despite the emptiness. Of course it would have been much better if I was home, but I still have another hour on this highway of desolation. As I am starting to drift off in concentration, I start to slow down. Suddenly, I hear a car beep behind me. A second later, they are passing me on the other side of the road, but not before I can look in the mirror. At first I barely notice it, but as I look again it is clear as day. Now I’m paralyzed with fear, even in my car. In the mirror it revealed the gas station man hiding on the floor under the backseat. He’s only a foot away from me, not that far. He can murder me in less than ten seconds if he wanted to and I don’t know if that’s what he wants or not. I’m shaking and I don’t know what to do because as soon as I try to do something, he can murder me so I don’t have a chance. I can’t go home because then he will know where I live. I can’t stop because he’s in my car. He’s in control. I can’t panic either because then he’ll know that I know he’s there. I am struggling

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