I met someone who claimed to be the Devil

The summer after I graduated high school, my parents insisted that I get a job. I was planning on going to a technical school in the Fall to learn how to be an auto body repair specialist. So I had the entire summer to do whatever. In fact, I didn’t actually start my first semester until almost two years later. I didn’t have many options at the time, since I was only 18 and didn’t have a vehicle or drivers license. So I started working as a dishwasher at a local diner. The next Spring, one of my co-workers had a car for sale that he couldn’t afford to pay for. It was pretty rough, but it ran. I was finally mobile. I’d spend my weekends cruising through town, listening to music, and hanging out at the same spots that everyone else spent their time at on the weekends. One of our favorite places to spend time was at a 24 hour diner. It was the perfect place to go hang out over the weekends, since many of us didn’t have much money, but could usually come up with $1 for a cup of coffee. Sometimes if we were lucky, someone would leave a mostly full cup of coffee behind, so you didn’t have to come up with that dollar. One night, I’d been hanging out at said diner all night, and I was tired and ready to head home. As I was pulling out, a man waved a twenty at me to stop. I looked through my rear view and didn’t see any other cars, so I stopped. He walked up to my passenger side window and tossed the twenty in. “Do you need money for gas? I wish more people would pick up hitchhikers. It’s been a while.” I was a little taken aback at first, since I wasn’t used to people coming up to my car at weird hours and tossing twenties at me. But the man seemed nice enough. “I’ve never seen you around here. Where are you headed?” “I’m looking for a gas station. I need some change for the payphone.” I pointed towards a gas station/convenience store that was close by. He tossed a five into the passenger side seat. “Will you help me carry some stuff?” The man walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk. I walked over and my jaw dropped. There were full-sized duffel bags and backpacks that looked like they were packed full of clothes, as well as a couple of cardboard boxes full of God knows what. There were two large trunks that were so big, they probably had to be lifted down by two people. “Thanks.” He said as he grabbed one end of a trunk. I lifted from the other end and we set it in the back seat. “I’m Shane. “Michael.” I reached in to help lift the other end of the trunk and noticed that it had a name tag on it that said “Lucifer. “I’m going to go grab a couple more bags now.” Shane walked back over and got another two large duffel bags. “Would you mind popping the trunk again?” “No problem.” He lifted one end of a cardboard box by himself and I helped lift the other. It was light. “You can set it in the passenger seat if you don’t mind.” I set the box in the passenger seat, and Shane tossed the two duffel bags in the back seat on top of the trunks. Then he shut the trunk. “How much do you need to get to the gas station?” I glanced at the $25 that was on my passenger seat. “I think we’re good. I drive a diesel, so I don’t need much.” “Okay.” He reached into his pocket, then tossed a $100 bill onto the passenger seat on top of the other $25. “Okay, I think that’ll be plenty now.” He grinned and opened the passenger door and sat down. After he shut the door, I walked around to the driver’s side and got in. “Thanks for helping me carry my stuff.” “No problem.” I grinned at him. “So what were you doing out this late?” “I was at the diner.” “Me too. I wish we would have met up sooner. I could have gotten a ride and you could have gotten a hundred earlier.” I laughed, and we both sat silently for a moment as I drove. “So what were you doing at the diner?” “People watching.” “That’s my favorite thing to do there.” We sat silently again for a moment. “Alright, gas station is up here on your right.” I said. He pointed to a building a little further down the road. “Actually, no. Let’s go to that gas station instead. “I wish I could tell you.” I shrugged and figured that I had gotten $125, plus all the miscellaneous change that he’d given me along with the twenties, so I had plenty to pay for gas to drive him around as long as he wanted. Plus, he seemed like an awesome guy that I’d like to have as a friend. Shane was right though. If we’d met sooner, we both could have gotten what we wanted earlier. I drove a little further down the road, and turned into the parking lot for the other gas station. I’d never been in it, but I’d heard that their prices were outrageous, and that the owner/employees were shitty people. But I didn’t really care about that. What did bother me was the owner’s kids. The owner had two twin daughters that always hung out at the station. By “hung out”, I mean they were in there every time that I drove by, which was several times a day. They spent their nights sitting at the front desk doing their homework and waiting for their parents to close up so that they could lock up and go home with them. They were very pretty, and I’d always wanted to go in there and talk to them. But I was terrified. As I was thinking of them, the passenger door opened and Shane stepped out. I got out and walked to the back of the car to help him with the boxes again. The first thing that we grabbed was the cardboard box that had the light stuff in it. It was so light that I don’t think we really even needed both of us to lift it, but he lifted one end and I lifted the other. We walked towards the door of the gas station, and that’s when I saw them. The twin daughters were sitting at the desk doing their homework. As we walked through the door, the bell above it rang. They looked up from their homework and I couldn’t help myself as my eyes locked onto theirs. They both looked back down at their homework, blushing and trying not to make eye contact with me. But I felt a nudge in the box that I was holding, and I looked to my right and saw that Shane had also made eye contact with them, and that he was smiling. “What the fuck? Shut the fuck up and get out. “Treat your customers right. “No we don’t.” Their dad had walked out from the back room. “What’d I do? “You looked at my fucking daughters. “You can’t say shit.” Their mother walked out of the back room. “You may not like us, but we pay for your shit and your fucking store that you get to run. Plus, your fucking spawn wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for us.” A man walked out from the back room holding a shotgun. “I think you should do what the nice woman said.” The woman turned around and started walking back towards the back. “You know what? I changed my mind. I don’t want to stay in your shitty store any longer than I have to. We’re just going to leave the boxes and get out of here.” Shane lifted one end of the box while I lifted the other and we both dropped it on the floor. Everything went flying, and we walked out to the car. Shane opened the back door to the car and we lifted the trunks and duffel bags out and set them on the ground. As we finished, I heard a woman behind me. “Shane, what am I supposed to tell Dad now?” Shane turned around and I turned to see what he was looking at. It was the two twin daughters. “Why would you need to tell him anything?” “We have to tell him where his shit went. “I would say that it was the evil people that caused it. “But he’ll just say that it was you. “Well then it fucking well could have been me, but it wasn’t.” Shane walked over to them, still talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I got back in the car and started the engine and pulled up to where they were standing. Shane walked over to the passenger side and opened the door, then he reached in and pushed the hundred that he’d tossed in earlier under the seat. A few seconds later, the twins got in the car too. One sat in the back and the other sat in the passenger seat. Shane reached in front of her and pushed the button to roll down the passenger window. He waved at the people in the store, and we drove off. “How did you get to the diner?” I asked. “I hitched a ride. “What’s your name? “My name is Lily. “What’s your name? “My name is Shane. What’s yours? “My name is Mark. “What is your name? “My name is Jessica. “I thought you said your name was Lily? “It is. “Well what the fuck is going on? You’re going to give this boy the wrong idea.” “I am Lily. So is she. “Oh. “We’re not the same person. “I know.” I looked back in my rear view and I could see the confusion

I met someone who claimed to be the Devil

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