There were five things I loved in my life. Those were my St. Bernard named Mark, my house, my tiny South Dakota town, my tiny Mazda MX-5, and my job.
Now there's only four, due to the event.
I've been working at the local store for about 3 years now, and I liked every aspect about it. We sold all kind of things, from milk to pocket knives.
My tiny town had ~200 people living there, and had more sheep then people, so I knew most of the faces that walked into the store.
The event was at about 11:45 at night, my only co-worker called in sick today, and my boss made me work overtime so it was only me.
Most of the people who come in this late are either drunks, or people doing midnight runs to grab a drink. The person who came in looked like he was coming straight from a funeral, dressed in all black. I was about to say my normal greeting "Welcome! How are you today!" when the smell hit me.
The person smelled like burning garbage, not like a smoker's smell, and made me almost gag. This was one of the worst, if not the worst smells that have ever assaulted my nose.
The person stayed completely silent looking at the soft drinks in one of the refrigerators. I then saw his hand come out, and I don't know if I can even call it a "person" anymore.
His hand looked normal, but his fingers were way too long to be a normal hand. Now, I have a big hand, but compared to its hand, mine looked like a toddler's hand. When it caught me staring, it quickly put its hand back in his jacket, and slowly started approaching me.
I normally don't get scared much, but chills ran down my spine as it approached closer, and closer. I tried backing away as far as I could go, before my back bumping the wall behind me. I grabbed one of the knives we had on display from the shelf, and gripped it tightly.
"Look man, I'm not going to hurt you" I was holding the knife in front of me, trembling. "Don't hurt me, and I won't hurt you." The thing made out a weird sound, sort of like of when you gargle mouthwash. It still kept approaching me, until it went to the front desk.
Then, I snapped. I thrust the little knife right into his midsection. I heard the knife go in, but it made no sound, and didn't even recoil in pain. It seemed pissed off now. The thing swung its hand, its razor sharp fingers slashing my torso. Red hot pain shot up my spine, and I bolted out of the store, every step feeling like I kept getting punched in the stomach. I fumbled for my keys to unlock my car, and smashed the throttle when I got in. My tiny MX-5 was going as fast as possible, reaching about 80 miles per hour. I went to my house and jumped into bed and had trouble sleeping because of the thing. The next morning, I went to the hospital.
After about 70 stitches and multiple painkillers, I was released. I went back home, and looked at the local news. There was a number of murders across my town, and none of the victims were identified.
The causes of death looked like stabbings, but I know what happened.
I then went to the police station about two towns over, and told them the story. I told them over and over again, but they couldn't believe me. They even tried to send me to a psych ward.
I promptly quit my job, and ever since, I sleep with my light on. I hope that you guys believe me.
Submitted August 07, 2017 at 04:09AM by TTATT20192 http://ift.tt/2ugUcKx nosleep
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