We’d been on the road for days and seen many rest stops at night and had never been afraid until then. When we got there everything felt w rong. There was a deep and unsettling feeling about the place and we’d not felt that way at any other rest stop. Two men about 17-20 were standing outside the Honda in hoodies, statue fucking still. There was a van full of teenagers on some road trip and a small grey compact car, like a Honda Accord or some shit, parked at the pump in front of us. We were driving along an interstate and needed gas and they needed to pee, so we stopped at the only rest stop in ~200 miles. It was late, but we were well rested still and alert. I was 16, my sister 20, my mom in her 50s. I was driving across country with my mom and sister.
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