When I came to, I really didn’t know what had happened. This was crazy. I was in my truck sitting at what looked like a gas station. I looked around trying to get my bearings, but really couldn’t figure it out so I got out of my truck and started my way toward the little store. A couple of people that were walking out looked at me like I had a disease or something. I tried to ask them where I was but they turned and walked away from me as fast as they could.
I thought how rude they were but just shrugged it off and went inside. I went over by the coolers to get a soda, but just before I opened the door I noticed my reflection in the glass. Something didn’t look right. I looked down at my shirt and that’s when I noticed it was torn to shreds plus there was what looked like blood all over it. Oh, my,God! What the hell was going on? I bolted to the restroom as fast as I could. When I walked in there there was a gentleman washing his hands. When he looked up at me through the mirror he immediately spun around and asked me,"What the hell happened to you?" Confused and not knowing really what to tell him I said that I had gotten in a fight earlier and was just going to wash up.
The gentleman shook his head, then told me that he hoped the other guy was in worse shape than me. That’s when I started to remember what had happen prior to me ending up here. I asked the man where I was, he paused for a second then scoffed and said, "Your in a rest plaza on the Ohio turnpike just outside of Toledo." "Toledo?",I said. "Are you sure?" "Yes, you sure are", he said. Then he asked if I was alright. I shook my head yes and then thanked him for the information. After he walked out I looked at myself in the mirror. My heart started pounding and to tell you the truth I think I blacked out again for a second. My face was full of blood and I had scratches across my neck. I didn’t understand it but my jaw hurt as if someone had punched me. I looked down at my feet. The only thing I had on was one sock and it was blooded and torn, my pants were only on me because of the belt I was wearing, because if not for that they would have for sure been off.
What the hell has happened to me? I kept trying to think of something, anything, but my mind was blank. I thought back to what had happened again, just before everything went blank. Oh my God, those poor people down in that cellar. I needed to get them help. I tried to wash myself up as much as I could, then went back out to my truck to get my check book. I needed to buy some clothes. When I got to my truck I heard someone say that’s him. I turned around to see a man pointing at me. He was talking to a security guard that must have been working there. I don’t know why, because I did nothing wrong, but I got scared so I jumped in my truck and headed out on to the freeway. About a mile up the road I turned around and headed back toward Pennsylvania. I had to somehow get help for those people.
I had driven for almost a half hour when I saw a sign for another plaza coming up. I really needed gas for the truck, plus I wanted to get some clothes and possibly some shoes. I filled up my tank and went inside the store. All they had was some sweat shirts, sweat pants and some moccasins. I wasn’t going to be picky so I grabbed one of each. I also picked up a bottle of Mt Dew because I figured I could use a little pick me up.
I headed back onto the turnpike thinking of what to do. Should I call the cops? What would happen then, am I involved with anything? I didn’t really know what the hell had even happened. All I knew is that I was two hundred miles away from where I was yesterday. Hell, I wasn’t sure if it was yesterday even. All I knew is that I woke up with my clothes torn to pieces and me all bloody. Then it dawned on me, was it possible that I had changed into something? My clothes were torn just like I had seen on Red and the old mans. Oh my God had I shape shifted into one of those monsters? I had tears falling from my eyes, and I could barley see the road in front of me, I kept shaking my head and screaming out loud, NO THIS CANT BE HAPPENING TO ME!!!
I wondered what happened to the old man? Had he somehow been waiting for me to come upstairs, then knocked me out, or did I change without knowing it. I kept pounding on the steering wheel, then I noticed something. My arm where I had been bitten...my bandages were gone. I wiped my eyes and took a closer look. Oh my God there wasn’t even a scar there! I pulled my truck off to the side of the road, my body was shaking uncontrollable and I didn’t know what else to do.
I thought how rude they were but just shrugged it off and went inside. I went over by the coolers to get a soda, but just before I opened the door I noticed my reflection in the glass. Something didn’t look right. I looked down at my shirt and that’s when I noticed it was torn to shreds plus there was what looked like blood all over it. Oh, my,God! What the hell was going on? I bolted to the restroom as fast as I could. When I walked in there there was a gentleman washing his hands. When he looked up at me through the mirror he immediately spun around and asked me,"What the hell happened to you?" Confused and not knowing really what to tell him I said that I had gotten in a fight earlier and was just going to wash up.
The gentleman shook his head, then told me that he hoped the other guy was in worse shape than me. That’s when I started to remember what had happen prior to me ending up here. I asked the man where I was, he paused for a second then scoffed and said, "Your in a rest plaza on the Ohio turnpike just outside of Toledo." "Toledo?",I said. "Are you sure?" "Yes, you sure are", he said. Then he asked if I was alright. I shook my head yes and then thanked him for the information. After he walked out I looked at myself in the mirror. My heart started pounding and to tell you the truth I think I blacked out again for a second. My face was full of blood and I had scratches across my neck. I didn’t understand it but my jaw hurt as if someone had punched me. I looked down at my feet. The only thing I had on was one sock and it was blooded and torn, my pants were only on me because of the belt I was wearing, because if not for that they would have for sure been off.
What the hell has happened to me? I kept trying to think of something, anything, but my mind was blank. I thought back to what had happened again, just before everything went blank. Oh my God, those poor people down in that cellar. I needed to get them help. I tried to wash myself up as much as I could, then went back out to my truck to get my check book. I needed to buy some clothes. When I got to my truck I heard someone say that’s him. I turned around to see a man pointing at me. He was talking to a security guard that must have been working there. I don’t know why, because I did nothing wrong, but I got scared so I jumped in my truck and headed out on to the freeway. About a mile up the road I turned around and headed back toward Pennsylvania. I had to somehow get help for those people.
I had driven for almost a half hour when I saw a sign for another plaza coming up. I really needed gas for the truck, plus I wanted to get some clothes and possibly some shoes. I filled up my tank and went inside the store. All they had was some sweat shirts, sweat pants and some moccasins. I wasn’t going to be picky so I grabbed one of each. I also picked up a bottle of Mt Dew because I figured I could use a little pick me up.
I headed back onto the turnpike thinking of what to do. Should I call the cops? What would happen then, am I involved with anything? I didn’t really know what the hell had even happened. All I knew is that I was two hundred miles away from where I was yesterday. Hell, I wasn’t sure if it was yesterday even. All I knew is that I woke up with my clothes torn to pieces and me all bloody. Then it dawned on me, was it possible that I had changed into something? My clothes were torn just like I had seen on Red and the old mans. Oh my God had I shape shifted into one of those monsters? I had tears falling from my eyes, and I could barley see the road in front of me, I kept shaking my head and screaming out loud, NO THIS CANT BE HAPPENING TO ME!!!
I wondered what happened to the old man? Had he somehow been waiting for me to come upstairs, then knocked me out, or did I change without knowing it. I kept pounding on the steering wheel, then I noticed something. My arm where I had been bitten...my bandages were gone. I wiped my eyes and took a closer look. Oh my God there wasn’t even a scar there! I pulled my truck off to the side of the road, my body was shaking uncontrollable and I didn’t know what else to do.
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