Real Life Horror Stories
Really? Great. Thanks. Well, they said it’s gonna be another 3 to 4 hours before they get the power back on. Seriously? So much for movie night. Sorry y’all. We can always try this again next week. Wait a minute! I have an idea. Let’s tell some scary stories. I love it. Yeah…fun… y’all know I don’t like scary things ri– It was a sunny and scorching hot day… Oh, ok. We’re doing this. My truck was running on fumes. The gas needle was way past empty… …so I coasted into the nearest gas station. The station was empty… I should have listened to my gut. I could feel it deep down inside… The tingle on the back of my neck… …the trash bag on the other pump… …the sign just above it that looks like it was written by a… …Chick-fil-A cow… I did it anyway. I swiped my card, I grabbed the pump, I put the nozzle into the gas tank… For a moment, everything felt fine. And then it happened. I reached for something that wasn’t there. No, don’t say it! The trigger lock was missing! (screaming) I had to hold on to the pump the entire time. All. Twenty-two. Gallons. Ooh. I just got chills. I don’t know about y’all, but that’s enough excitement for me for one night. Ok, my turn! Please don’t. It was a dark and stormy night. Ooh, this is gonna be good! I was home alone… The kids were at my parents’ house. Jeff was working late, so I had the whole place to myself. (thunder) I was in the kitchen when it started. It was like a low, mumbling sound. Like, almost talking. So I listened closer… And it was…it was like it was…calling for help. What could it be? Probably a murderer! No. It was my stomach. But no big deal, really. I was already in the kitchen. So I open up the fridge… and there it is…staring right back at me. A beautiful jar of pickles. So I take it out, place it on the counter… But then I notice… There’s no label on it.
(thunder) But my stomach is stronger than my mind so I ignored the red flags. Opened it up… …took a pickle out… …and ate it. And that’s when it happened. It was a sweet pickle! (screaming) No! How did it even get there?! To this day, no one knows how those devil pickles got into my fridge. Well, I’m not gonna sleep tonight. You know what? I think I might have a scary story to tell. Oh. You don’t have to do that. Yeah, we know you don’t like this kind of stuff. -No, no, no. Let me give it a shot!
-Ok. It was just a few minutes ago… I was in the bathroom… But little did I know there was something else in the bathroom…with me… I was minding my own business when it started crawling towards me. It’s cold, dead eyes piercing into the back of my head. It inched closer…and closer… I was helpless. Trapped in a room with no escape! And even worse, no knowledge that this hideous beast was coming towards me. I finished drying my hands and BOOM! I saw it! I squished it immediately! Turns out… It was a stinkbug! Hold on…a stinkbug? Yeah. And you squashed it? In this house? Yeah, it was right before the power went out and we started doing all this. Uh uh. Where y’all going? Too far, man. You went too far. (sniffing) Oh! Oh! Oh, that is bad! Ugh! Wait up! Renasant Bank. The best bank in the South. Visit renasantbank.com to learn more.