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creepypasta

I added the original story subtitles for your convenience.

Back in the 90s, I was a student in a school up north. I hadn't gone too far from home, but it was still a two hour drive, and I didn't have a car. Luckily, I had befriended a guy named Steve who was also from my hometown. Every other weekend, Steve and I would go back home to visit our families. One weekend, however, was unlike any other.

"So I'll see you when I get back, right?" I crooned, fiddling with the necklace around the redhead's neck. She smiled sweetly, staring down at the ground. Music was still playing behind her inside one of the dorms. "You know, you've got to be one of the pretties-"

"Hurry up, man, we need to go!"

Steve looked irritably at his watch before climbing back into the car. Smooth.

"Sorry about that...he's my ride. But here's my telephone number, okay? Call me when I get back on Monday."

The girl grinned and nodded. "Okay."

I turned and had to do an awkward jog over to Steve's little Malibu as it seemed like he was backing out without me. I ripped open the passenger door and climbed in, shooting him the dirtiest look I could muster. "Really, bro? You couldn't wait two more minutes?"

"It's already ten, Dmitri. We have a two hour drive ahead of us and I hate being on the road this late."

"You're the one who just had to go to that party. I really feel for you, bro. Rebecca ended up hooking up with that jock, which sucks, but at least one of us got lucky tonight, right?"

"Keep it up and you'll be making a two hour walk tonight!" Steve rolled his eyes as I snickered.

We were on the road for about 45 minutes when my stomach growled. Dammit. I was so busy drinking and talking to the girl at the party, I hadn't thought to eat any of the food that had been offered. I glanced out of the window at the wooded area that we were driving through. The road was empty, save for us, which wasn't out of the ordinary around here, even on a Friday night. The moon was full, glowing above us like a big white cookie. I heard my stomach growl again, and so did Steve.

"You sound like a washing machine. I'm pretty hungry too, man. We should've stopped at the fucking McDonald's back there!"

"Yeah, we should have. I would kill for a McDouble and some fries right now."

Steve squinted his eyes suddenly, craning his neck forward slightly. "Dmitri, do you see that?"

"See what?" I followed his line of vision and saw, about 50 yards ahead of us, the shape of what was undoubtedly a person staggering down the side of the road. "So someone's walking. What about it?"

"There aren't any houses out here. Where could they be going?"

"Maybe it's a hitchhiker? I don't know."

Our headlights shined on the back of the person, who suddenly stopped and spun around. It was a woman, but she looked as though she had been in the ring with Mike Tyson. She had long black hair that was matted due to the blood running down her face. Her blue eyes were wide and bloodshot, and two lines of dark red ran consecutively from her nose and her busted lip. She slowly raised an arm as we approached her, and I felt more than a little unease.

"Are you going to stop for her?"

Steve looked at me as though I had asked him to drive off the side of the road into the trees. "Are you kidding me? Hell no I'm not gonna stop!" He sped up and we passed the woman. I looked back and watched as she stopped, standing in the darkness and watching us as we drove away.

"What do you think happened to her?"

"I don't know man, but I'm way too high for this shit. I've seen enough movies to know not to stop right now, that's for sure."

About ten minutes later, we saw a sign for an old diner that we had passed a million times but had never actually been to. As our stomachs cried out to us in unison, Steve sighed. "Whatever. It's already late as fuck anyway. Let's eat."

We pulled over and went into the diner. I was still thinking about the bloody woman, and wondered if we ought to use the phone in the diner to call the cops. There was just something eerie about tonight that I didn't like. A blonde woman in a pale blue dress was pouring coffee for another woman sitting across from a man who was fast asleep. They both glanced at us as we came in, and the waitress called out, "Take a seat and I'll be right with ya."

Steve and I sat in one of the little red booths and I picked up the menu that was laying there. "Eggs and bacon sounds great right now.”

"I'd kill for a stack of blueberry pancakes," Steve muttered, glancing out the window. He seemed to be watching the road. I looked out at it too, then back at him.

"I was thinking...we should ask if they have a phone."

"Well they certainly have a radio." We could hear what sounded like a local radio announcer talking about upcoming events in the town, like high school football games and other things. Steve was right, though; The radio was awfully loud to not be playing music. Maybe they were on break.

The waitress sauntered up to us, a notebook in her hand. She had bandages covering her fingers. "What can I get you gentleman tonight?"

Steve was staring out the window again. The waitress' dark eyes followed his gaze and she cleared her throat. "Lookin' for somethin'?"

Steve snapped out of it and shook his head. "No, no. Uh...can I get the blueberry pancakes? With extra butter? Oh and a glass of orange juice as well."

"And for you, handsome?"

"Bacon and eggs, please. I'll have a coke with that."

"Comin' right up." She walked away, casting a look in the direction of the only other couple that was there with us. She disappeared behind two swinging doors into the kitchen. I looked over at the woman with the sleeping husband and was quite surprised to find her staring at me. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. Feeling awkward, I glanced away and turned my attention back to Steve.

"We should really ask for the phone. I think-"

"Shut up shut up, listen..."

The man on the radio was talking about some sort of emergency now.

"...three and a half hours now, and the woman still has not been found. Sheriff Kingswood urges caution until the suspect has been caught. She is a very dangerous and violent individual. Picking up hitchhikers is strongly discouraged in this immediate area and the next town over tonight."

Steve looked at me, his eyes wide. "You don't think..."

I glanced over at the swinging doors as the waitress reemerged from the kitchen. "Hey, ma'am?"

"Yes darlin'?"

"Do you know anything about what the man on the radio was just talking about?"

Her dark eyes fleeted over to the radio and she sighed. "I don't want to scare anyone, but apparently a crazy lady broke out of an institution in a nearby town. They still haven't found her yet."

I thought about the bloody woman lumbering down the road. I wondered how long it would take her before she reached the diner...

"Okay...thanks for the info."

"Here are your drinks...the food might take a little while though."

We thanked her and she made her way over to the other couple again, where she began mopping the floor. The woman at the other table was no longer looking at me; Instead she was staring at her husband, who had clearly had a long night.

"Sooo why haven't we asked for the phone yet?" Steve asked as I continued staring out the window. The trees were swaying in the wind; I kept imagining a staggering figure emerging from within.

"I...I don't know. I'd rather we just leave, to be honest, Steve. What if she shows up here?"

"Fuck that...I'm hungry. We stopped here for a reason. I want my damn blueberry pancakes."

"You heard the waitress, the cook is going to take a while to finish our food."

"How? There's only four people in here."

I found myself staring at the waitress, who glanced back at me. She smiled shyly as she continued mopping.

"Hey, what's that book called again? I left it in your car. Come and let me in so I can read it while we wait."

"Doors unlo-" I kicked Steve's leg, hard, and he tilted his head. I stared him directly in the eye.

"Come unlock your door, bro. If not I'll break your fucking window."

Steve and I climbed out of our booths and calmly exited the diner.

"What was that about, man?"

"Don't look back. Just get in the car, start it, and drive like hell."

I didn't follow my own advice. As soon as we were in the car and pulling out of the lot, I looked back through the window. The waitress and the other woman were watching us go.

The authorities didn't catch her for another two days. Even after Steve and I stopped at a nearby gas station to use the phone to call the cops. The waitress hadn't been a waitress at all; The reason the food was going to "take so long" was because she had murdered the cook before we even got there, as well as the real waitress. Their mutilated bodies had been lying in the kitchen the whole time. She had also slit the throat of the man who I thought had been sleeping in the diner, sparing his wife for some reason. The poor woman had been trying to get my attention without saying anything, but I hadn't noticed that something was very wrong. Not until I saw that the waitress had been mopping up blood over by their table.

The bloody woman on the road? An innocent victim. She had picked up a hitchhiker who immediately pulled a blade on her. The two of them had tangled for a bit before crashing into the trees somewhere off the side of the road. The escaped mental patient had been relatively unharmed, save for the cuts on her hands, and had made her way to the diner, where God knows what she was planning on doing for the night. The poor driver had survived and was only looking for help...help that Steve and I did not provide. Thankfully, she survived; I am grateful to say the same for Steve and I.

I often wonder what would have happened had we asked to use the phone, or told the "waitress" about the bloody woman we had seen on the road.