“Terror at the vending machine”

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 07, 2019

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In 1986 I lived in an apartment complex in Chicago Illinois. I know the city has the name “the Windy City” but on this particular night it was very windy. We heard rumors of an escaped convict on the loose somewhere near bye. The prison was a good twenty minutes from my home. 

I had a wife and two kids both in the sixth grade and my wife was a teacher. I worked from home. Anyhow there was a vending machine outside our bedroom down the hall. At night the hallway was pitch black except for this machine that would flash red. One night our neighbor a young blonde went out to get a drink and as she opened up the hatch to get her drink she screamed at the top of her lungs as a set of eyeballs stared at her through the machine. She ran back inside her room and locked the door and called the police. 

The police came but the man was not there anymore but there were signs inside the vending machine of somebody was living in it. Not for long but long enough to creep you out. Now the police aren’t sure  if that guy was the same guy who escaped prison, or if the convict was still on the loose somewhere. About a week later I was in bed with my family when we hear a scream coming from our neighbors house. 

The police came and did a report. I found out our neighbor was killed in her apartment last night and a coke can was shoved down her throat.


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