The Man at the Store

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Bare with me, some of the memories are hazy, because this happened when I was in the seventh grade.

What we did that night was pretty stupid, but at the time we didn’t know how bad the situation could have been.


Onto the story


Me and another one of my friends, let’s call her Jordan, we went to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend. Let’s call this friend Carrie, the three of us were best friends. Also let it be noted, Carrie didn’t live in the best part of town, but hey. She was one of our best friends, we did the normal things that girls do at sleepovers, we watched YouTube videos. Carries mom made us food, we put on some makeup and took pictures of each other for fun. We were having a great time, until Carrie asked if we wanted to go to this little service station down the road from her house. Me and Jordan obliged.

We grabbed our coats and shoes and headed out the front door. It was probably two o’clock in the morning when we left. Not the smartest time for three young girls to be out walking to the store. Once we reached the store, we walked inside and Carrie bought us things she thought that we would like. Carrie paid and we walked outside. Jordan had opened one of her drinks and started sipping on it. She said it was really good, so we all stood there for a couple of minutes.

That’s when a man walked up to us, who looked like he could have been in his early fifties. “Hey, what’s a couple of pretty girls like y’all doing out here so late?” The man asked, me and Carrie just kind of stared at him and Jordan spoke up to him and said “oh, we’re just getting some late night snacks.” The man took a long pause before speaking again, “hey! How about you guys come with me and I can get you some more snacks.” Me and Carrie still stayed quiet as he spoke, Jordan of course kept the conversation going, “well, you could go inside and buy it for us.” She said still sipping on her drink.

The man shook his head “no no, you come with me first and then I’ll buy you some more.” At that point me and Carrie just stared at each other and did the most logical thing we could think to do. We grabbed Jordan’s arm and bolted back for Carries house, never stopping to look back.


Needless to say, don’t go out at two o’clock in the morning for snacks and don’t talk to strangers at service stations.

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