ONE DROP FROM REVENGE: MY TRUE SCARY STORY
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who ends up in a true scary story. But here I am, typing this at 2:17 a.m. in my small apartment just outside Asheville, North Carolina. The rain is tapping on the window like fingers that won’t stop. And every time I close my eyes, I see her face again. If you’re looking for scary stories to read at night, you just found one that actually happened. Or at least… I think it did. The Night Shift That Changed Everything It started like any other slow Tuesday at the 24-hour gas station on Highway 25. I was pulling the graveyard shift again because rent in this mountain town doesn’t pay itself. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the only customers were truckers grabbing coffee and the occasional college kid from UNC Asheville heading back to the dorms after a party. Around 1:30 a.m., she walked in. She was soaked from the rain, wearing a faded black hoodie and jeans that looked too big for her. Her hood was up, ...