3am to 5am: A fictional story

     Sirens screeching in the distance, gun shots and the buzzing of a bulb about to go out on the shops sign. The distant gunshots and screams in the distance mix well with the unkind air.  There are things that may seem familiar to you if you enjoy going to the gas station after 5pm. But this story is much later, when the serial killers and the lost souls drowning their liver in the devils brew. At around 2:45 am Jamie was walking from her home to the local gas station. She had a plan to get her favorite snacks, and then head home to finish her homework. As she walked down the street she could see the street lamps flicker, and hear the sidewalk hiss and chop with every step she took. Typical neighborhoods in this area were especially quiet this time of night, but this street. There just happened to be a young couple on the corner that owned a large dog that they left outside at night. Every time someone would walk by, the large rotweiler would let out a large and deep bark and continue until that person crossed the busy street saliva spewing from its mouth. It would always startle her. She wouldn't cross the street though because the other side was dark and she didn't trust it, it always felt like someone was watching her... A cold breeze was in the air that flew through her long, light brown hair. Her jacket was keeping her mostly warm yet she still had chills running up her spine. Finally after about ten minutes of walking she reaches the gas station parking lot. "its awfully crowded for being this late" she said to herself as she approached the front door. She entered the building at 3:15am. The cashier seemed to be on drugs and the whole place smelt of gasoline and bad choices. She was able to find her snacks in the same place as aways and paid for her things easily. Yet, for some reason as she left the store the cashier was watching her very closely and didn't stop until she was out of his sight. Suddenly her confidence drained from her as she watched an old, yellow vehicle pull up near the front. A man stepped out and her heart leapt from her chest in fear. Slowly the tall, pale man who looked almost like a character from a horror movie, snatched her up, tying her up as he whistled a tune as his accomplice drove calmly on their way home. Her mind began to race, what were they going to do to her? Will they let her go? a the man looked directly at her, and asked for the time. She was so stunned that she didn't even hear what the string man said and fainted. The man, confused and startled took the young lady and drove home. When he got to his home he had noticed the girls skin felt cold and dead. So he lay her on the couch and rummage her person for identification. At this point in time its now 3:30am. As he rummaged the young girls coat and pockets he finally found a small leather wallet with and ID. He also found a phone that had a number that was saved as "Mom". He began to sweat as he called this number repeatedly until he got an answer. With every minute that went by the man began to get more and more worried about this girl and what would happen. AT precisely 4:45am the mother finally responded. The man and woman had the same reactions from the phone call, they were both sweating bullets, and on the edge of a cliff with worries about weather the girl was ok or not. About half way through the conversation Jamie finally regained consciousness and began a blood curdling scream. The scream was so loud that it woke the neighbors and every dog on the block. One of the neighbors called the cops and the mother had to come get the poor child, even thoe the man ment no harm he was almost arrested but thankfully the child and mother explained and everything was alright. By 5am she was at home and in her bed. There in that moment as she looked up at her ceiling in bliss she decided no more going to the gas station at night.