Creepy guy in a gas station, just to let you know what happened in the end.

I originally posted this in January 2016. The story was mine but the title was the same as an already existing post. It was a story I had made up and it was a mix of a few different experiences. I’m really sorry to anyone who got scared and thought this was real.<br><br>This post is 100% mine and it’s what happened. Thank you for the silver and gold! <br><br>When I was in middle school (7th-8th grade) my mom would sometimes drive me to and from school when the buses wouldn’t run, due to some type of weather event. This particular day there was a thunderstorm and I think a tornado had also been spotted somewhere around an hour away from us. I’ll never forget this drive, because it was a thunderstorm like no other. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a storm this bad, I don’t even know if I’ve ever seen lightning in real life. I’ve lived in the Midwest my entire life but it seemed like it had rained all night, and the storm didn’t seem to be letting up.<br><br>We’re driving down the road when suddenly the lights on my mom’s car start flickering like they’re dying. I don’t know what it is about this that scares me, but it makes my heart stop for a moment. It doesn’t last long though, because my mom immediately pulls over on the side of the road. <br><br>We’re on this stretch of road for less than a minute before we pull into a gas station. My mom tells me she doesn’t think it’s the car that’s the problem, she thinks it’s the storm. She pulls up to the pumps and asks if we can use the convenience store to wait out the storm. The man at the pump says that’s fine and my mom tells him we’ll be in the store.<br><br>Once we get inside the store, I see a man standing there. He’s about 50 years old, has a beard and mustache. He’s wearing a black shirt and a leather jacket. I see this and instantly feel a bit of fear. My mom tells the cashier that we’re going to wait out the storm and we sit down in the little nook they have in the back. We’re sitting there waiting for about 20 minutes when I start to hear the cashier and the man talking.<br><br>Now this man was not someone I wanted to be talking to. I didn’t want to be in a situation where I was alone in a gas station with this guy. My mom tells me to stay in the little back area, but I’m curious about what they’re talking about. I ask her if I can go over there, and she agrees to it. I sit down next to the man and I don’t really pay attention to what they’re talking about, because my attention is on the man.<br><br>This man, I want to emphasize, he was not a good looking man. He had a very bad complexion, his face was almost grey and he had this black beard. He looked like a man who had lived in a forest, like a werewolf. The cashier was talking about a storm he had been in once, and the man was asking him questions. I was so terrified of this guy and I just didn’t want him to notice me. I didn’t want him to start talking to me, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just wanted to stay silent.<br><br>I sit there silently while they talk for about another 10-15 minutes. After they stop talking, I tell my mom that I’m going to go wait in the back. We’re sitting back there waiting for the storm to pass. The cashier comes back over to us and asks if we want some snacks. My mom tells him yes and she wants chips and soda. I tell him I want some chocolate. He goes to get us our snacks and comes back with them. We’re sitting there eating and then my mom starts to feel a little scared. The man is walking back and forth, back and forth. I start to feel a bit scared again too. <br><br>My mom tells me that we’re going to wait in the car now. I tell the cashier thanks again, and we head out of the store. We walk to the car and I get in, but then I realize my mom didn’t come in. I start to get out and call after her when I hear the cashier open the door. He asks her if she’s coming back in and she tells him no, that we’re waiting in the car. He tells her it’s not safe in the car and she tells him it’s okay. <br><br>The cashier closes the door and I ask her if she’s sure that she wants to be in the car. She tells me that she is and she’s sorry. She was scared and she didn’t want to stay in there any longer. I don’t blame her, because I was scared too.<br><br>After another minute or so, she tells me that we should wait in the car a little bit and then come back in. I tell her that I agree and I close my eyes. I’m sitting there waiting and I hear the man walk past the car on multiple occasions. He walks very slowly and I can hear the rain hitting the ground with his feet. I hear the man stop and walk backwards and I open my eyes to look out the window. I don’t see him, because he’s out of my view, but I see his feet pointing back towards me. I feel a huge surge of fear and my heart stops. I immediately turn my head away from the window and I close my eyes.<br><br>I don’t know how long I sat there waiting, but eventually I feel my mom come back in the car. She asks me if I’m okay and I tell her I’m sorry. She tells me there’s nothing to be sorry for and she doesn’t blame me for being scared. I feel like she does blame me, but she doesn’t say anything else about it. <br><br>After another minute or so the storm lets up and we can drive again. My mom tells me she’s glad we waited it out in there, but I disagree. I’m glad we waited it out in the car, because I don’t think I would have ever felt safe again if I stayed there. <br><br>As we’re driving away, I turn to look back at the gas station. The man is standing outside looking at the car. He’s looking directly at us and he has that same expression on his face that he did when we were in the store. I immediately turn my head away from the gas station and I tell my mom to hurry up and drive. I don’t look back until we’re around the corner and out of sight. <br><br>My mom asks me what’s wrong and I tell her I don’t want him to see us drive away. I don’t want him to know that we’re not hiding in the store anymore. <br><br>I’m still a little scared about this incident today, but I’m glad I was with my mom. I know that if she was scared, then it’s okay to be scared. It’s not a fun memory, but it’s something that I will never forget.