I Used to Work at a Gas Station : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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I used to work at a gas station. It was a 20-30 minute walk from my house. I was 16 and didn’t have my license yet. Even if I had, my parents would never have allowed me to use their car.

I worked with two other people, Jordan and Avery. Jordan and I usually worked at the same time, besides for lunch breaks. Avery however, didn’t. She worked the night shift. And this was a point of tension between Jordan and Avery, Because Avery was payed more than us. It was only something like 2 dollars, but Jordan hated her for it. He would talk about her all the time.

He was practically obsessed with her.

However, there was another reason why he hated her, she was always late. We would always have to stay behind and wait for her, even though our shifts were supposed to be back-to-back. Of course we didn’t want to wait, but we would all get in trouble if we left the place unattended for even 10 minutes.

Somehow, she never got fired, and this made Jordan hate her even more.

That was until she went missing.

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The night of, we were of course waiting for her. We had been waiting around 20 minutes, longer than she usually took. Jordan seemed fed up, and suggested that I go home. He said there was no need for both of us suffer. I felt bad leaving him, but he insisted.

So I obliged.

He waited for her for 2 hours, but she never showed up for work.

The police launched an investigation, and Jordan was the prime suspect. They talked to me as well. I told them the truth, mostly. I admit I left out a few details, like Jordan hating Avery. But that wasn’t important,

Because I knew he didn’t do it.

He didn’t have it in him,

But I did.

The stupid bitch had it coming anyway.

And the best part is, he doesn’t even talk about her anymore!

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