What is the most creepiest, bone chilling thing you have ever read online that claims to be true?

Source.

That creepy story that Sweeter put up about the guy who had an evil woman face attached to his cheek!

omg you had to bring it back lol I just got that image out of my mind

Ahhahhahaha!!

Late at night on a highway in
Northern Ontario, a woman driving
her car is reliieved to finally find a
gas station that's still open, so she
pulls in. The attendant comes out
and walks up to the driver's side. He
stands there, waiting until she rolls
down her window. She slips it down
just a crack.
"How much?" he asks. She tells him
to fill it up.
The attendant walks towards the
back of the car and stands there a
minute. The woman waits, then looks
into the side-view mirror. The
attendant is just standing there,
facing her. She's feeling pretty
nervous, wondering why he's not
pumping gas. Then he walks back up
to the window and taps on it. "You
need to open the flap ma'am."
Feeling stupid, the woman reaches
down and clicks the gas flap open.
The attendant walks back and starts
pumping the gas. A minute or so
later he finishes, and clicks the
nozzle back into place on the pump.
Then he stands there for a moment.
The woman keeps looking at him in
the side-view mirror, feeling quite ill-
at-ease. She doesn't like this: being
alone at a tiny gas station in the
middle of nowhere with only this
stranger.
The attendant then walks back up to
the window and taps on it. She
reaches into her purse and takes out
her credit card, rolls open the window
just a crack again, and as she passes
the card through looks up at the
attendant. He's staring down at her
with wide, frightful eyes. She looks
away quickly, really creeped out, and
she rolls the window back up as soon
as the attendant grasps the card. But
he doesn't go to the cash booth, he
just stands there a moment. The
woman can't bear to look at him
again.
Finally he says, with a voice muffled
through the closed window: "Ma'am,
there's a problem with your card.
Could you please step inside the
cash booth?"
"What's wrong with the card?" she
asks loudly, with a definite strain in
her voice.
"Something's wrong with the
barcode. I'll need you to come over to
the cash so we can make a call to
the company."
There's no way she is getting outside
her car, on an empty, dark highway,
late at night, with only that weirdo
around. Besides, she realizes, as a
sudden chill overcomes her, how
could he know if there was a problem
with the barcode if he hadn't even
been to the cash desk to swipe it?
The woman's breathing suddenly
increases as she feels panic creep
upon her.
She summons up a note of restraint
in her voice: "Please, can you just
call them yourself?"
"Sorry, but I'll need to see some I.D.
Could you please just step over to
the booth? It'll only take a minute."
Realizing he won't let it be, she
whispers a prayer and reaches into
her purse to check for cash. Yes! She
has a fifty dollar bill. Clutching it in
her hand she unrolls the window just
a crack yet again and passes it
through.
"Nevermind, I'll just pay cash."
"Ma'am, are you sure?" he asks.
"What?" she almost yells, as she
accidentally looks up at him again.
The same wide, fearful eyes staring
down at her. She looks away. "Yes!
Cash!"
"I can fix the card problem, you just
need to come over to the phone with
me," he says. She's really terrified
now, and half-screams at the man:
"Listen a-hole, it's cash! That's all
your getting from me!"
"Alright, alright," he responds, "Now
you just wait right here and I'll go
get your change. Don't move. I'll be
right back."
She can see him out of her peripheral
vision, walking backwards towards
the booth, always facing her. She
can't bear to look his way. She can't
imagine what he has in the booth.
What if he brings it back with him?
frick the change, she thinks, just as
she realizes he also still has her
credit card. She can't take this
anymore: frick the card, I'll cancel it!
She starts up the car and as soon as
it hums to life she tears away and off
into the dark night.
The attendant is in his booth on the
phone, breathing heavily. An official-
sounding voice on the other end
asks: "Did you tell her?"
"No," the attendant responds, "I
couldn't."
"Why not?"
"He had a knife and a finger to his
lips. I tried to get her out of there,
but the whole time he was watching
me from the floor behind her seat."

@WalkSoftly: So did she get to cancel the card?!

You guys should go on creepypasta and read psychosis very good story

@WalkSoftly: that's an Urban Legend

Ik but its still creepy

it is made my heart jump when I got to the end lol