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Creepypasta #1033: A Strange Incident On My Way Home From Work

Length: Medium

TRIGGER WARNING: ANIMAL DEATH

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I’m a college student, so during the summer I live at home with my parents. I’ve been living in the same suburban area since I was born, and I have never experienced or even heard of anything like what happened to me last night.

I earn money during the summer by working at a small outdoors-y store by my house. The store is a small shop with camping gear and fishing supplies, and our customer base is friendly old stoners and a couple hipsters. It completely sucks in every way possible, with the hours being long and the customers being too chatty for my liking. But it gives me minimum wage, so that’s nice. The store is always pretty empty in the evenings, so closing it down for the night is easy. About an hour before closing time, my manager and I will start wiping all the glass cases down and counting out the cash register. So by the time we leave, it’s all just a matter of flipping off the lights and locking the place up for the night.

So last night my manager and I are getting ready to close out, when a middle-aged man comes bursting through the front door. He’s pretty bizarre looking, with frazzled brown hair sticking out everywhere from his fishing hat. I decide that he falls under the category of friendly old stoners.

“Hi sir, how can I help you tonight?” I ask in my fakest customer service voice.

He walks over to me, his rain boots squeaking loudly with every step that he takes.

“I’m here to buy a huntin��� rifle.”

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t sell guns of any type here.” I look from his stern face to the clock above his head, begging for him to leave so I can get home on time.

“Well, do ya have any…” he waves his hands around, scanning the store for something. I’m not quite sure what.

Suddenly, he looks into the glass case beneath the register. His eyes open wide, and I see his face light up. “One of these knives will do!”

I look down at the dust-covered knives on display. The store doesn’t stock that many knives, since no one buys anything but a few small varieties of the swiss army knife. The man was pointing at one of the few hunting knives in the case. I look up at the clock again, and see the minute hand inching closer to when I’m supposed to get off. My manager is in the back, probably placing orders for inventory. He’s probably not even aware that there’s a customer in the store. I immediately try and think of some bullshit about the uses for each knife, in case this crazy customer tries to ask for my advice.

Luckily, he points at one of the knives towards the back of the case. “That one, right there. That’s the knife that I want!”

I bend down and unlock the case. He had been frantically pointing to one of the larger knives. I silently rejoice, realizing I had no way to even pretend to know anything about this knife. It had a long black handle, and it almost looked like a small spear. I take it out of the case and place it on the counter.

I ring the man up, who manages to have an excited look on his face while remaining stern. His eyes stay focused on the knife as I place it back into its box, and he hands me the exact change in cash and hurriedly leaves the store.

My manager emerges out of the back, and I quickly wipe the counter down and gather my stuff so I can leave. The manager gives the store his usual glance over, and fishes his keys out of his pocket and flips off the lights.

We both head out of the store, and I walk into the small parking lot and get into my car.

“Have a good night!” my manager calls as I pull out and head home.

I’m driving along in the dark and playing the radio softly, as I live in a wooded area so it tends to get cut into light static every once in a while. A few turns before my house, I spot something large in the middle of the road. Turning on my high beams, I realize that it’s a deer with a large pool of blood around it’s head. Horrified, I stop the car in the middle of the road and peer out of my window as hard as I can.

I don’t know why I ever decided to do this, but I undid my seatbelt and got out of the car.

I left the engine on, and could hear a pop tune playing softly behind me. I walked closer to the deer, somehow afraid of it for a reason I didn’t understand. But when I saw its face, I understood why.

The deer’s face had been completely removed, and its muscles and bulging eyes stared back at me. I stood completely still for a few moments, wondering how something like this could have happened. My mind was racing. There was no animal that could have done it, and it couldn’t have happened from it being hit by a car.

The radio in my car turned to static, and the hairs on the back of neck stood up. The night crickets went completely silent, and far off in the woods I could hear some animal’s feet shuffling over the leaves.

The animal seemed to be moving closer towards the road, and I immediately ran back to my car and peeled off.

I drove home completely terrified, with my heart beating out of my chest. The deer’s eyes haunted me, looking off into the trees as if it could still see it’s attacker.

And when I had heard the movement of feet in the woods, it almost sounded like they were squeaking.

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Credits to: meese_not_mooses

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Death Clock

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The Russian Sleep Experiment

In the late 1940s the Russian government designed this gas that was used to make people stay awake. They picked 5 people to use this experiment on. The 5 test subjects they used were prisoners the government told them that if they passed the 30 days they would let them free. They used a Chamber that they built so that they can control the amount of gas intake and oxygen intake. This happened before closed cameras were a thing so they only had mics and thick glass to watch them threw. The chamber was stocked with all the items they would need to live out the 30 days. The first 5 days of this experiment went well. After the first 5 days they began to stop talking to each other and they started whispering things into the mics. Then the 9th day one of the subjects started running around the chamber screaming for 3 hours straight until his vocal cords ripped. Even after they ripped he continued to try to scream. Then another text subject began to do the same thing. As for the other two test subjects they began to rip out pages from the books they had left them to read and smearing their feces and pasting them to the windows. And then the screaming and whispering into the mics stopped. After 3 more days past the researchers started checking the mics hourly to make sure they were working. They checked the oxygen intake and it showed that the 5 subjects would still have to be alive. So on the 14th day the researchers did something they said they never would. They went over the intercom that had been placed into the chamber and tried to get a response out of them. The announcement said “ We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.” they only got one response saying "we no longer want to be free” so the researchers agreed at 12 o'clock on the 15th night they would go into the chamber. As soon as the gas went off 3 voices came over the intercom and started begging for the to turn the gas back on. So the researchers sent in military when they went in the subjects started screaming louder then ever. But so did the military when they seen that 4 out of the 5 test subjects were still alive. The 4 subjects that were left were on the floor and they had ripped off there organs and muscles. They rushed them to the hospital. When they put one to sleep they died. They had to perform the surgery with them awake. One subject whispered “keep cutting” to the doctor. After they were done they put them back into the bunker and before they shut the door they asked if they were human and the response was “ no ” after that they shot all the subjects in the heart.