Ivan the Horrible

Epilogue

A young man in college was working the night shift at a 24 hour diner. It was a cold and rainy night and the diner was rather slow today. He reached for the fresh pot of coffee to pour for the only customer in the diner.

"Think you're ready to order yet?" He asked in a friendly voice.

"Hm... what do you like? I am not too familiar with this type of cuisine," the man said.

"Oh, I like this," the man pointed at an item on the menu. "And sorry. The couple that owns this place doesn't know how to work a computer so the menus are made by hand and without pictures. It's typical breakfast food."

"Then I will have the Raspberry French Toast," the man said and set the menu down. He reached for the coffee cup and took a drink. The hot liquid was a nice treat in such cold weather.

"Can I get a name for your order, sir?" The waiter asked and reached for his notepad.

"Ivan," he answered.

"Alright Ivan, order will be ready in just a minute," the waiter said and pinned the piece of yellow paper on the rack for the cook to see. He then turned back to the only patron and tilted his head a bit. "Are you not from Canada?"

"No, if my accent didn't give it away. I'm just... visiting," Ivan told with a bit of a smirk. He spoke lightheartedly but in a mysterious manner.

"On vacation? Where are you headed?" The waiter questioned.

"The states. I'm trying to get to California."

"In that old thing," the waiter motioned to the beat up red pickup truck Ivan arrived in. He smiled a bit, "good luck! You'd be better off flying."

"I have a few stops to make along the way," Ivan told and took another sip of coffee. "And besides, I've been told I'm a bit of a dreamer."

"Well, I hope it's a good trip then, let me get your order," the waiter walked over to the cook's window, then brought his plate over to Ivan. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"Yes, do you know where I can get supplies to sharpen my axe? I'm a woodcutter," Ivan explained with a sly smile.

"Yeah, keep heading south and you'll hit Dawson. There are some tractor supply stores there that should carry something that will help you," the waiter answered.

"Thank you. That will be all I need."

Ivan ate his meal in peace, enjoying his small rest. He washed up in the bathroom and paid for the meal, thanking the waiter once again before slipping his coat on.

"I hope you have a good trip, thanks for stopping in," the waiter said his goodbye. Ivan gave him a friendly smile.

"Thank you, I will."

And with that, Ivan set back out into the unknown.

A/N : Hello to anyone reading. Thank you for finishing the story! I wrote this as a kind of a throwback to some of the older more popular killer stories just as a fun little "fanfic" of sorts. As cheesy and silly as some of those OG creepypasta were, I kind of miss some of them for the nostalgia. I tried using popular tropes and cliches to write this and hope it was still a fun read. Have a great day, and thanks again for reading! Stay creepy...