the slut messed up / creepypasta

1.1: The late hours of the night

part i of chapter one

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I sat slouched over on the counter. The store I work for was deserted, give or take maybe two people. But those two people were drunk assholes trying to chat up my bitchy colleague.

Deciding to not intervene, I stared down at the old digital watch on my wrist, that had literally only a few scratches to even be called old, and I looked at the time.

Good old nightly hour of one am in the morning. Sighing silently, as the drunkards soon left the store (one of them passing me a wink, to which I rolled my eyes), I sat up.

I looked at the ever so silent night outside, mostly trying to make shapes with the invisible stars of the sky.

Just then, the ring of the bell at the door was heard loudly and I tensed up at the shrill of the quiet.

Looking up, I found a tall man wearing a surgical mask and a hoodie that went over his visibly disheveled brown hair walk in awkwardly having his hands hang near his hip. He walked on to the isles silently, ignoring both of us.

Shrugging it off, I awaited my retreat glancing back and forth on my counter and watch. As I looked once again at the counter, I saw a beer and chips placed in front of me. Looking up, the same man's dull brown eyes stared at me.

I boringly set to work, scanning the bar codes and asking for the money. He placed a scrunched twenty dollars in my hands, muttering something along the lines of "Keep the change."

All the while, he stared at me. Not the easy stare that I usually got but a hard fucking stare that made me think this guy wanted to either fuck me or murder me.

I sighed before placing his purchased items into a plastic bag and handed them to him. He made an effort to touch my hand as he took the bag. At this point I was silently creeped out. 'Is he one of the guys from my classes?' I caught myself thinking.

Anyway, he made his way out. The bell rang another time, which noticeably startled my brunnette colleague.

Finally, a couple minutes later, my shift was over. At 1:30 exactly, I stood up and turned the sign that said 'open' off and went to change into my clothes.

As soon as I changed, I saw that my colleague, whose name escapes me at the moment, had already ran off home. Sighing for the millionth time this morning, I grabbed my keys to the store, closed the dark shop and walked to the street.

I hailed a taxi and hopped in, told him my location and soon we sped off to my home.

Upon entering my two-bedroom apartment, I threw my bag to my couch and started undressing, getting ready for bed. As soon as I was stripped with only my underwear on, I slipped into some pajamas and jumped into my undone bed, sighing contently at the comforting feeling.

However, that night, I fell asleep feeling the gaze of someone darkly staring at me.