@dustinw115

11 months ago

At my previous job, cook for a local gas station in a small town in eastern Pennsylvania, we would have some unusual things happen randomly. We would hear disembodied voices in areas where no one was or when there was no customers in the store. It was especially strange when I’d hear one of my colleagues say my name from an area, but they were in a different area. We’d have what sounded like a pizza pan fall on the floor in areas that wouldn’t make sense to hear the sound come from. I had seen shadow figures on several occasions. One time, I was in the middle of cleaning the grill that we’d put hot dogs and other things on. When I happen to look up slightly and I saw what looked like someone walking past the cooler where we had different types of drinks in. I had a perfect lane of sight to see if there were someone over in that area of the store and I would be able to see what they were wearing, because there was two aisles that allowed me to see a person with nothing blocking my view. The only thing I saw when I looked up was a pair of completely black legs, basically just the knees down, walking past that area. I quickly checked to see if there was someone that had gone to the front to checkout, but there was nobody there. Another time, I was cleaning dishes from my area. The coworker that was also in the store was in the back and there was no one else in the store. We were chatting about lord knows what, when I happen to look out of the corner of my left eye and saw what looked like the shadow of somebody’s head peaking around the corner looking right at us, but it was at the height that didn’t make any sense for a person’s head to be since it was lower than the sink that I was at. I ran past my coworker to see if I could catch whatever it was that was popping it’s head around the corner but there was nothing there. My coworker asked why I ran out the back room outta nowhere. I told him what I had just seen and he didn’t know what to make of it. When we had to close overnight, some of my colleagues would end up staying after hours to finish working the cooler and other things. I can’t confirm whether any of these happened since I was done with my shift a few hours before the store was closed due to me being the person that made food. Anyway, one of my colleagues had witnessed what she described as someone walking past the cooler doors while she was in the cooler putting product on the shelves for the next day. She would always do a double check in the store to make sure there wasn’t anyone in the store that wasn’t supposed to be in the store. She would also hear what sounded like someone opening one of the cooler doors to grab something even though there was no one else in the store. One time when I was there for the morning shift in my area, I went in the cooler to do a temperature check, and when I walked there was a random bottle of some drink just sitting in the middle of the walkway in the cooler. I asked the two other people that were there for the morning shift in the front if they know why there was a bottle sitting in the middle of the floor and they didn’t know why it was there. We all kinda just sat there joking about it saying things like, “The Ghost must’ve gotten thirsty overnight,” and “The Ghost is playing a prank.” On several occasions I would get this feeling of there being someone standing behind me in random parts of the store. Sometimes it would be in my area, other times it would be in a random spot like the back room. I remember feeling someone even tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention, but when I’d turn my head, there’d be nobody there. Apparently, there was someone that worked there that had past away in the cooler from a medical condition during an overnight shift. I’m not sure if this individual could be particularly responsible for some of the activity at that gas station, but it could be possible that they’re also there. I’ve felt that there were other things that were lurking in shadows of that place. Whether it was just some random trickster spirit, a dead worker, or something much darker, I’ll never know. One thing I know is that there was definite something that called that gas station it’s home.

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