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The End People always ask if I'm scared working the night shift at a gas station.
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I typically dismiss it with laughter.
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The worst I'd seen was a drunk trying to shoplift a six -pack and a couple of tweakers arguing over lottery tickets.
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But tonight, I learned what real fear feels like.
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It was just past 1am and the station was quiet, except for the occasional thrum of rain against the windows.
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I was restocking the fridge when I heard the chime of the front door.
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I peeked out, expecting a regular.
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Instead, a man staggered in, clutching his side.
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Blood seeped between his fingers, staining his hoodie.
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Please!
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He gasped, eyes wide and wild.
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Someone's out there!
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He's trying to kill me!
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Please help!
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I froze for a split second, then rushed over, glancing nervously at the darkness beyond the pumps.
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There was no one in sight.
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I grabbed my phone to call 911 when the man stopped me, saying he already did.
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The cops will be here any minute, so I better lock the door before his attacker gets in.
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My heart hammered.
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I locked the front door, hesitating just for a moment as I eyed the blood soaking his shirt.
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He slumped against the counter, breathing hard.
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I asked him what happened to him.
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He told me he was robbed at Pump 4.
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The attacker charged with a knife.
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Hoping the cops would be here soon, I kept glancing at the security screen.
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The image flickered, but I could just make out the faint outline of a figure near Pump 4, standing perfectly still.
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The man whimpered.
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Don't let him in, please.
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Something about him made my skin prickle, but before I could ask more, the front door rattled violently.
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The man jumped behind the counter.
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Within a second, a glass window shattered in the store.
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A figure burst in, head low, gun in hand.
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The gunman's voice was cold and controlled.
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He asked me to open the register, and while one Wondering if the cops might not make it in time, I decided to surrender.
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I raised my hands and muttered, he can take whatever he wants.
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I watched him rampage through the cash and his gun was resting in his pocket.
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Suddenly, it hit me.
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The victim said the attacker was holding a knife.
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I glanced at the bleeding man and he was not behind the counter.
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I looked around to find him enjoying a can of coke that he took from the freezer.
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His entire demeanor had changed.
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Instead of fearing his killer, he was totally relaxed.
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Flashing a big smile, he asked me why I looked like I had seen a ghost.
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He wiped blood from his face.
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It smeared, not pooled.
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I realized it wasn't deep, maybe not even real.
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My heart pounded.
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The gunman barked at me to open the safe.
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I moved behind the counter, hands shaking.
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The gun never wavered.
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The so -called victim positioned himself by the door, watching both me and the parking lot.
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He took out a knife, and then his fake story made sense to me.
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This was never a victim and attacker duo.
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Both of them were each other's accomplices in the crime, so no cops were coming to save me now.
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In the middle of the night, I find myself trapped in this gas station with two criminals.
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I punched in the code.
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The safe made a sharp beep.
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I lied to them, saying it's on a delay and takes five minutes to open.
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The gunman leveled the pistol to my head.
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I swallowed, pulse hammering in my throat.
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My hands were shaking as I pretended the safe was taking its sweet time to open.
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Those two guys were tearing through the place, grabbing anything they could stuff in their bags.
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Cash, cigs, scratch -offs, even those tiny bottles of bottom -shelf vodka.
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I could feel them watching me, and I swear I've never felt more on edge in my life, just waiting for one of them to snap.
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When the safe finally unlocked, the person with the gun dove right in, scooping up the money like he was on some kind of game show.
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His buddy, the bleeding victim, was behind the counter, taking his time swiping whatever he wanted, like he owned the place.
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I could tell, by the way, he kept glancing at me that he was thinking about what to do next.
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I'd seen both their faces, and I knew too much.
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Out of nowhere, things between them got weird.
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The gunman was ready to bolt.
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But the other guy hesitated, throwing me a look that made my skin crawl.
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He clearly didn't like the idea of leaving me behind.
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The gunman, though, didn't care.
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He just wanted to hit the road and disappear.
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But then, right by the door, the fake victim cut the gunman off, getting all up in his face about splitting the cash.
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You could feel the tension spike, like a rubber band about to snap.
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Suddenly, they were shoving each other, voices getting loud, fists flying.
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The duffel bag hit the floor and money went everywhere.
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Bills, coins, the whole jackpot scattered all around.
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They were so caught up fighting about the loot that they stopped paying attention to me.
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That was my shot.
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I ducked behind the counter and slammed my hand down on the silent alarm, my heart going a mile a minute.
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I grabbed the phone and dialed 911, whispering the address as fast as I could, trying not to lose my nerve.
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The guys kept brawling near the door, cussing each other out, totally oblivious to the sirens slicing through the rain outside.
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That sound was the best thing I'd ever heard.
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Next thing I knew, red and blue lights were flashing through the windows and squad cars screeched into the parking lot.
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Cops jumped out, guns drawn, yelling for the guys to get down.
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It happened so fast.
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The two robbers were tackled and cuffed before they even knew what hit them.
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Then it was dead quiet, except for the rain and my own shaky breathing.
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The officers checked on me and asked what happened.
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I tried to explain while my head was still spinning.
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Paramedics patched up a couple of scrapes I didn't even realize I had.
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The two crooks were stuffed into the backs of separate patrol cars, still arguing about who deserved what.
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As the chaos died down, I looked around at the mess.
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Broken glass, spilt cash everywhere, and an open can of coke oozing onto the tiles.
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When the last cruiser finally rolled out, I just sat there behind the counter, staring at the empty pumps outside,
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and I know just how fast things can go sideways.
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I got lucky.
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Next time, who knows.
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This happened a few months back while I was working part -time in a gas station as the night cashier.
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I still remember the night was warm, and I was frustrated with the AC.
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I killed a mosquito while wiping off the sweat from my neck.
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I wiped my hands, but the stain remained under my fingernail.
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I was thinking what a shitty night to be lonely when I noticed a man on the edge of the lot, standing too still in the glow of the streetlight.
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I watched from behind the wide glass window near the counter, trying to convince myself it was just a customer,
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maybe a trucker stretching their legs but he didn't move.
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He just watched.
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My phone was nearly dead, 3 % left, the red battery icon, a silent curse.
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I tried the landline, but the dial tone was gone, replaced by static and a faint rhythmic clicking.
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I sat the receiver down, hands trembling.
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Did he disconnect the phone line? but how will he know?
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A shadow darted past the front windows so quick I almost missed it.
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My heart hammered, sweat prickling my scalp.
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I ducked behind the counter, peeking over the edge just as the security monitors began to flicker one by one.
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The feeds cut to black, static fizzing across the screens.
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Someone was messing with the cameras.
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Suddenly, the lights went out.
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I was drowned in complete darkness.
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I grabbed the baseball bat we kept under the register, leftover from a manager who liked to play tough, and moved towards the back room.
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The emergency lights above the supply shelves flickered weakly, casting everything in a sickly green.
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I crept through the shadows, every step echoing on the stained linoleum.
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In the storeroom, I found the breaker box open.
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The wires hung loose, sliced clean through.
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This wasn't a random blackout.
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Someone wanted the station dark.
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A crash from up front sent me scrambling back.
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I could see a silhouette at the front door.
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A tall man, face hidden behind a cheap clown mask.
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He stared inside, head cocked at an unnatural angle.
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The man watched for a few seconds, and then disappeared around the side of the building.
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I heard something scrape against the back wall.
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I ran to the cooler, panting like a dog, and saw a brick flying in and shattering the glass window.
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Hot air rushed in.
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I clutched the bat tighter backing away.
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The masked man hauled himself through the broken pane, shards of glass winked in the light, sticking to his black hoodie.
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He stalked towards me, slow and deliberate, brandishing a box cutter.
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I raised the bat and tried to steady my voice.
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Don't come any closer.
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The man said nothing, just kept coming, each step deliberate, it, the box cutter glinting in their gloved hand.
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I swung the bat and missed.
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He grabbed my arm, squeezing so hard I dropped the bat.
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The box cutter pressed against my throat.
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Why are you doing this?
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I gasped.
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The man leant in, grinning.
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Then he said something I didn't expect at all.
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He asked if I remembered his voice.
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I was too shaken by fear, so I only managed to plead to him for my life.
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He was stronger than me, and the grasp was ironclad.
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I struggled, kicking out, catching his shin.
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He stumbled, cursing.
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I clawed at the mask, trying to yank it off.
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The plastic tore away, and the face underneath swam into focus.
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It was Alex.
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We'd worked together last summer.
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I'd always thought he was quiet, maybe a little off.
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Management had caught him taking money from the register, a few twenties here and there.
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I'd been the one to report it after seeing Alex slip cash into their backpack.
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He yelled at me for ruining his life.
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He said he lost his apartment and his wife left him too.
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And it all happened because I snitched.
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I understood the only way I could make out a lie from this situation was to calm Alex down
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and secretly call the cops.
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So I tried some manipulation techniques.
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I began apologizing like a convict on death row.
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I broke down crying and then grabbed his leg, asking him to forgive me.
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He snarled, pressing the blade against my skin.
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He said it's too late for an apology, but I was adamant.
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I was bleeding down my neck from the cut.
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I knew my only shot was to stall Alex, to play up the guilt and fear, hoping he'd drop his guard even for a second.
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I let myself fall apart in front of him, shaking, sobbing, doing everything I could to look pitiful and broken.
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I thought maybe if he saw how wrecked I was, he'd hesitate just long enough for me to think of something.
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Inside, my mind was racing.
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I replayed everything that happened last summer, the whole mess that led us here.
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I tried to make it look like the regret was eating me alive, hoping Alex would see me as less of an enemy and more as someone who'd already paid their dues.
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Sweat ran down my face, mixing with the blood, and my body shook from adrenaline and fear.
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Alex's anger didn't fade.
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If anything, it grew sharper.
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He was ready to stab me any moment now.
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I felt a surge of panic.
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That's when I threw out my last card, offering him a way out.
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A stash of cash he could grab if he just let me go.
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I could see him weigh it in his head, greed flickering in his eyes, and I jumped on it.
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I said I had taken out the cash and kept it in a metal box inside the storage room.
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I led him back there, every step feeling like I was walking on eggshells.
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When he stepped inside, focused on the money, I didn't hesitate.
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I slammed the door shut and locked it, my hands shaking so hard I almost dropped the keys.
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He went wild in there, kicking and screaming.
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He was punching so hard I feared no doors would be able to stop him tonight from killing me.
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I stumbled out, hand pressed to my throat, and managed to call the cops with the last bit of charge on my phone.
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When they finally showed and pried the storage room open, Alex was gone.
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All they found was a busted window, blood smeared on the sill, and chunks of skin and flesh stuck in the broken glass.
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He'd forced himself out, leaving a trail that would haunt me every time I thought about that night.
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I know I shouldn't have been out so late that night.
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It's something everyone always says.
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Drive in the daylight.
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Don't stop in the middle of nowhere.
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Trust your gut.
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But I was 21, stubborn and convinced the world wasn't so bad.
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I was driving on Interstate 10, famous for being stranded.
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I was alone on the road, my playlist humming quietly, when my car made a strange shuddering noise.
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It coasted to a stop.
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At first, I thought maybe I'd accidentally hit something, but the dash lit up with warnings I couldn't interpret.
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I tried the ignition again and again, but nothing happened.
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I checked my phone, one bar, but the battery icon flashed red.
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I managed to quick text to my brother.
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The car broke down, walking to the gas station.
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We'll call.
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Then my phone died and I was alone with the gathering storm.
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There was a gas station about 10 minutes up the road.
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I'd passed it a few times before, always thinking it looked like it was from another era.
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A faded sign, a flickering open light, and a single ancient gas pump.
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I pushed the door open at the store and a bell jangled, sharp in the quiet.
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The cold, damp air inside clung to my wet clothes.
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The inside was a little too bright, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
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It was mostly empty, just racks of dusty snacks and a cooler humming in the corner.
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The man at the counter looked up as I entered.
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He was older, with thin hair and skin that seemed too tight for his face.
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He didn't smile, just stared, unblinking.
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I tried to act casual.
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I wandered the aisles, picking up a bag of chips, a bottle of water, and a candy bar.
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My footsteps echoed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on my back.
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I didn't look at him until I set my items on the counter.
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He didn't move or say a word as he rang them up.
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I felt the weight of his stare, colder than the rain outside.
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As I handed him a few crumpled bills, he finally spoke.
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Out late, huh?
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I nodded.
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He stared a moment longer.
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Not safe for girls.
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Not now.
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I tried to smile, but it felt wrong on my face.
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He slid my change across the counter with trembling fingers, but didn't let it go right away.
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For a second, I thought he might grab my hand.
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I pulled away and stepped back.
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Lightning cracked so close it made me flinch.
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Thunder followed a second later, rattling the windows.
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The rain had turned violent.
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Maybe I should run, but the storm was too wild.
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I realized with a sinking feeling that I had no choice but to wait it out here.
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Trying to act normal, I settled on a stool near the window and opened the chips.
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As I chewed, I heard a faint, throaty purring sound.
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I stopped, and it stopped.
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I took another bite.
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It came back, low and rhythmic, almost beneath hearing.
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I glanced around, but the only other living thing was the man, still behind the counter, still staring.
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I ate slower, but the sound continued matching my movements.
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I tried not to look at him.
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I checked my phone again, but the screen was black.
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I wiped crumbs off my blouse, trying to focus on things I could control.
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He hadn't moved, but I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and unblinking.
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I opened the chocolate bar, broke off a piece, and as I brought it to my mouth, a few pieces fell onto my shirt.
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I brushed them off, embarrassed at how clumsy I felt under his stare.
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Suddenly, a sound, soft at first, then louder, a moan, guttural and wet, came from the counter.
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I froze, the chocolate halfway to my mouth.
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I looked up.
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The man wasn't behind the counter anymore.
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He stood just a few feet away, hands buried deep in his pockets, his mouth hanging open slightly, eyes fixed on me.
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The moan turned into a low, chilling laughter.
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Not only did he have no remorse for making those moaning sounds while I was eating, but also he laughed like he was proud of what he did.
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I was scared and horrified, yet I played smart.
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I told him my brother's on the way, and he's tracking my location.
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Something shifted in him, and he stopped laughing.
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He stepped back, his expression twisting.
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I could see anger and desperation simultaneously in his eyes.
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He took a pause, then rudely told me to get lost.
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After purchasing, no customer is allowed to hang out inside the store.
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His words jolted me into motion.
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I grabbed my bag, not caring about the snacks, and dashed to the door.
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The rain slapped my face, icy and blinding.
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I ran, stumbling in the mud, not daring to look back.
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When I reached my car, I locked the doors, heart hammering.
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Time crawled.
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I waited, shaking, until headlights cut through the night.
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A truck pulled up, the driver rolling down his window.
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He was older, gentle -eyed.
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He didn't ask questions, just help me with the car.
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His presence a relief so profound I almost cried.
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Once the engine started, I drove off without another word, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles ached.
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The windows fogged with my breath.
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I wiped at them, trying to see the gas station.
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For a moment, nothing.
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Just darkness and rain.
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Then, in a flash of lightning, I saw him.
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The man was outside now, standing in the rain, face upturned, watching me go.
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From his body language, I could tell
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that he knew I would take one last look at the gas station before driving off.
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I didn't sleep the entire night.
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I also didn't talk to my brother for months for not making it out there in time.
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Nowadays, I never stop at a gas station at night.
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I remember the gas station, the man and his sick moaning, and it's enough to give me nightmares.
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Some nights, I still taste chocolate and hear a low moan in the dark, and I wonder what would have happened if he didn't let me leave.
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Woordenschat en spreektips bij deze les
Deze spreekles op niveau B2 is gebaseerd op de video “3 True Gas Station Horror Stories”. Deze video bevat 294 zinnen en 3286 woorden om na te spreken. Het gesproken deel duurt 20:54. De spreker praat in een natuurlijk tempo van ongeveer 157 woorden per minuut, dicht bij een alledaags gesprek. Slechts 75% van de woorden hoort bij de 3.000 meest gebruikte Engelse woorden, dus de woordenschat is pittig.
Belangrijke woorden in deze video
De 15 moeilijkste woorden uit de video, met uitspraak en betekenis:
| Woord | Uitspraak | Betekenis |
|---|---|---|
| stare werkwoord | /stɛɚ/ | staren |
| moan werkwoord | /moʊn/ | kreunen |
| attacker zelfstandig naamwoord | /əˈtækɚ/ | aanvaller |
| wipe werkwoord | /waɪp/ | vegen, smeren |
| hammer zelfstandig naamwoord | /ˈhæmɚ/ | hamer |
| cutter zelfstandig naamwoord | /ˈkʌtɚ/ | snijder, afsnijder |
| bleed werkwoord | /ˈbliːd/ | bloeden |
| faint bijvoeglijk naamwoord | /feɪnt/ | zwak |
| sweat werkwoord | /swɛt/ | zweten, transpireren |
| gasp werkwoord | /ɡæsp/ | hijgen, snakken |
| rhythmic bijvoeglijk naamwoord | /ˈɹɪð.mɪk/ | ritmisch |
| smear werkwoord | /smiɚ/ | smeren, uitsmeren |
| stumble werkwoord | /ˈstʌmbəl/ | struikelen, strompelen |
| tremble werkwoord | /ˈtɹɛmbl̩/ | beven |
| hum werkwoord | /ˈhʌm/ | neuriën, brommen |
Phrasal verbs die je zult horen
| Woord | Uitspraak | Betekenis |
|---|---|---|
| break down werkwoord | stukgaan, kapot gaan | |
| drive off werkwoord | verjagen | |
| look up werkwoord | /ˌlʊk ˈʌp/ | opkijken |
| come back werkwoord | terugkomen | |
| kick out werkwoord | eruit trappen | |
| look back werkwoord | achterom kijken, terugkijken | |
| pick up werkwoord | oppakken, optillen | |
| run down werkwoord | aanrijden |
Zinnen om te herhalen
Korte, volledige zinnen uit de video die je in alledaagse gesprekken kunt gebruiken:
- I realized it wasn't deep, maybe not even real.
- That sound was the best thing I'd ever heard.
- Why are you doing this?
- Then he said something I didn't expect at all.
- We'd worked together last summer.
Uitspraak om op te letten
De spreker gebruikt 41 samentrekkingen en verkorte vormen, zoals didn't, I'd, wasn't. Spreek ze kort uit, zoals je ze hoort.
- De “th”-klanken: rhythmic /ˈɹɪð.mɪk/, underneath /ˌʌndɚˈniθ/, thunder /ˈθʌndɚ/
- De klanken “sh” en “zh”: manipulation /məˌnɪp.juˈleɪ.ʃən/, dash /ˈdæʃ/, shelf /ʃɛlf/, occasional /əˈkeɪʒ(ə)nəl/, flesh /flɛʃ/
- Lange woorden — let op de klemtoon: deliberate /dɪˈlɪb.(ə.)ɹət/, manipulation /məˌnɪp.juˈleɪ.ʃən/, apology /əˈpɑ.lə.d͡ʒi/, occasional /əˈkeɪʒ(ə)nəl/, simultaneously /ˌsaɪmlˈteɪnɪəsli/
Klanken die Nederlandstaligen lastig vinden:
- Stemhebbende eindmedeklinker — /b/, /d/, /g/, /z/, /v/ niet verscherpen: bleed /ˈbliːd/, freeze /ˈfɹiːz/, fade /feɪd/, overhead /ˈəʊvəˌhɛd/, profound /pɹəˈfaʊnd/
- /æ/ — opener dan de Nederlandse “e”: glance /ɡlæns/, attacker /əˈtækɚ/, hammer /ˈhæmɚ/, gasp /ɡæsp/, snack /snæk/
- /g/ — een harde plofklank, geen Nederlandse “g”: glance /ɡlæns/, gasp /ɡæsp/, glow /ɡloʊ/, grasp /ɡɹæsp/, guilt /ɡɪlt/
Zo oefen je met deze video
- Luister de hele video één keer zonder te spreken en noteer de woorden die je niet kent.
- Begin op 0,75× snelheid, spreek zin voor zin na en ga terug naar normale snelheid zodra het makkelijk gaat.
- Neem jezelf op en vergelijk met het origineel; let daarbij op woorden als stare, moan, attacker.
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Shadowing is een wetenschappelijk onderbouwde taalleermethode die oorspronkelijk is ontwikkeld voor professionele tolkentraining en gepopulariseerd door polyglot Dr. Alexander Arguelles. De methode is eenvoudig maar krachtig: je luistert naar native Engelse audio en herhaalt het onmiddellijk hardop — als een schaduw die de spreker volgt met slechts 1–2 seconden vertraging. In tegenstelling tot passief luisteren of grammaticadrills, dwingt shadowing je hersenen en mondspieren om echte spraakpatronen tegelijkertijd te verwerken en te reproduceren. Onderzoek toont aan dat het de uitspraaknauwkeurigheid, intonatie, ritme, verbonden spraak, luisterbegrip en spreekvaardigheid aanzienlijk verbetert — waardoor het een van de meest effectieve methoden is voor IELTS Speaking-voorbereiding en echte Engelse communicatie.