All he wanted was a soda, stopping by a gas station on his way to school to get one. He walks in, starts for the soda cooler on the back wall. Just as he reaches for the cooler door, a hand grabs his wrist.
“Oh no, I highly recommend you get soda elsewhere.” He looks at the girl in confusion as she tries to turn him away from the cooler.
“What? No, what’s wrong with these sodas?” He questions not budging.
“Seriously dude, leave!” She growls.
“She’s getting a soda.” He points past her and she freezes.
“STOP!” You gasp looking back as the woman opens up the cooler door. Too late. The black clawed hand stretches out from within the cooler, grabbing the woman’s head and yanking her in. The woman screams trying to pull away. You rush over pulling out your g