SCARY CHASE RUTHERFORD ONESHOTS 😱

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FIRST PERSON
ALSO, I USE THE N-WORD IN THIS STORY ONCE. I'M BLACK.
Based on a true story!

I met this man named Chase the other day... he's a fucking creep!

I was browsing the Salvation Army when he approached me. He asked if I could give him my name, Suzan, and he told me his. I shook his hand (right before putting on hand sanitizer) and started to drift away while searching for aesthetic children's clothing. I didn't think anything of our small interaction until I felt someone breathing down the right side of my neck... I turn my head and there he was with his mask pulled down to his chin, a wide grin presented on his face.

"Woah, can you pull up your mask?!" I said while slowly backing away.

"Oh, sorry... I just thought I'd show you my pearly whites," Chase replied.

He slowly brought his mask up to his face and turned away while looking around the store suspiciously. As if he was waiting for someone or something. I decided to ignore him and made my way towards the women's jeans.

I turned around to walk back to the children's tops when Chase is standing right behind me. I jump and let out a loud shriek.

"The fuck are you doin'?!" I yell.

"Hey, Suzan! Just thought you'd like someone like me to gaurd you...
they're real scary people out there, you know. I've been told I'm very caring, I can make you feel safe," He said. He brought his hand up to his face and started maneuvering his middle and ring fingers in an up and down motion... slowly... then fast, and faster, and faster, and faster...

I didn't feel safe.

I sprinted towards my father's gray Dodge Caravan in the parking lot (my Kia Soul was in the shop) while pulling out the car key from my purse.

I began to hear loud foot steps, coming from abnormally large feet... I stopped running and slowly turned around. There he was, running after me with his long horse legs at the speed of light. I quickly turned back around and continue running to the car, faster than before. I struggled to stick the key in the door. Every second that goes by, he gets closer. I finally managed to unlock the car door and get into the driver's seat. I lock the door as Chase comes running into the window. He screams, "LEMME IN! GIMME DAT KAT!"

"Nigga, WHAT?!" I yelled. I pull out of the parking space while rolling over his foot. He curses in pain as I drive away and onto the main road.

After all that running, I started to feel hungry, so I stopped off at McDonalds for a ten piece McNuggets with a small fry and a small vanilla milkshake. Sweet N' Sour as my sauce.

I thought I was safe.

As I was receiving my order through the drive-thru window, I started to hear those loud stomps again...

Oh no.

"HEYYY WE WANT SOME PUUUSSAY! C'MERE SUZAN!"

I look to my right, and there he is. He seems 10 times larger, with muscles and sharp claws. Dodging each car that moves past him, he approaches my car rapidly. I grab my yummy food and quickly pull out of the drive-thru as his stomps become increasingly loud.

Eventually, he catches up to the car. He stands in front of it, forcing me to stop the vehicle.

I run out of the car, trying to make an escape but he catches me. I scream.

He pulls out his RAZOR sharp middle and ring finger nails and stabs me... He let's out a disgustingly loud roar and leaves me on the road for dead.

THE END :D

obviously i'm not fucking dead but it was a very scary experience!!!
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