It was a dark and stormy night when I embarked on a pizza delivery
that would forever haunt my memories.
Tasked with delivering four large pies to a remote location,
I embarked on what seemed like an endless journey.
The drive alone took me a good 20 minutes,
navigating treacherous dirt roads.
Finally, I arrived at the given address,
an eerie building nestled in the heart of a dense forest clearing.
As I pulled up, a sense of foreboding washed over me.
The building appeared abandoned, with no signs of life—no parked cars,
no lights illuminating the surroundings.
Doubts crept into my mind,
but I called my boss just to confirm the address.
He seemed irritable and insisted I at least knock on the door to investigate.
Reluctantly, I mustered the courage to approach the ominous building's front door.
There was no doorbell,
so I rapped on the door with increasing intensity.
Silence greeted me,
amplifying my growing disappointment.
Just as I was about to give up,
I knocked one more time, and to my surprise,
faint rustling sounds emanated from within.
I called out, announcing myself as the pizza delivery person,
but only silence followed.
A chill ran down my spine as I caught sight of a figure peering through a window.
Their eyes, wide open and fixated on me,
sent shivers down my spine.
Disturbed and unnerved, I dropped the pizzas and sprinted back to my car.
Panic welled up inside me as the engine struggled to start,
but eventually, I managed to escape the eerie building.
Driving away, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Suddenly, a sharp scraping sound pierced the air,
and my car jolted to a halt.
Fear gripped my heart as I realized that all four of my tires had been slashed,
likely while I was knocking on that ominous door.
Panic set in, but instead of fleeing, I locked myself inside the car, desperately seeking refuge.
With trembling hands, I dialed 911 and relayed the harrowing events to the operator.
She assured me that help was on the way
and advised me to stay hidden inside the locked car.
My body trembled uncontrollably as I sat there,
surrounded by darkness and the endless expanse of the forest.
Time seemed to stretch on forever,
and despair threatened to consume me.
Then, a chilling sight unfolded in the rearview mirror.
The same person I had seen at the window appeared behind me—
a woman with eyes wide open,
her smile sending chills down my spine.
Overwhelmed by terror, I flung open the car door and sprinted into the woods,
disregarding any attempt to remain silent.
I hid behind a massive fallen log,
gasping for breath as I waited anxiously for the distant sound of sirens.
Finally, the wailing sirens grew closer,
and relief washed over me.
The police arrived, their flashing lights providing a glimmer of hope.
They investigated the scene, examining my car and the building.
Although they discovered spiked objects matching the ones used to slash my tires,
the twisted couple responsible for the ordeal managed to elude capture.
The knowledge that they remained at large haunted me deeply.
Without hesitation, I quit my job,
seeking solace in a safer environment.
To this day,
the memory of that woman lurking behind my car continues to haunt me,
a chilling reminder of the sinister events
that unfolded during that fateful pizza delivery.
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