It was a quiet night in the village of Chiseldon, a small and unremarkable spot on the outskirts of Swindon. The clerk, Jack, was counting the cash register and getting ready to close the p shop. He looked forward to a peaceful evening, playing darts down the pub and maybe cracking open a beer. But little did he know that a dark horror was about to descend upon him and his humble village.

As Jack was locking up the front door, he heard a strange noise coming from the petrol station. It sounded like a hiss, but not like any sound he'd heard before. He shrugged it off and continued his routine, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As Jack was closing down the petrol station at the end of the  night, he was just about to lock the front door, he heard a strange noise coming from the petrol station forecourt

As Jack was locking up the front door, he heard a strange noise coming from the petrol station forecourt. It sounded like a hiss, but not like any sound he'd heard before. He cautiously approached the forecourt, peering through the windows.

As Jack approached the empty forecourt and peered into the silent and empty blackness of the night, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The petrol station, which should have been bustling with activity during the day, was completely deserted. Not a single car or person was in sight.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should call the police or investigate further. But his curiosity got the best of him, and he walked towards the darkened station.

The hissing sound grew louder and more intense, and Jack could see a thick mist rising from the ground. The mist seemed to be pulsing and shifting, like something alive. As Jack made his way towards the source of the hissing, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to steady his breathing as he crept down the darkened hallway, the sound growing louder and more frantic with each step. Finally, he reached the end of the hallway and found himself standing in front of the toilet. The door was slightly ajar, and the sound was coming from inside.

Jack hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be waiting for him on the other side of the door. But he knew he had to find out what was going on, no matter how terrifying it might be.

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was small and cramped, with barely enough space for the toilet and sink. And then he saw her.

She was huddled in the corner, her back pressed against the wall. Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were wide with terror. It was the woman from the car, the one who had disappeared so mysteriously.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happened to you?"

The woman looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "They're coming," she whispered. "They're all around us. We have to get out of here."

Jack didn't know what she was talking about, but he knew he couldn't leave her there alone. He reached out a hand to help her up, but before he could even touch her, there was a sound that made his blood run cold.

It was a low, rumbling growl, coming from the darkness beyond the toilet. And it was getting closer. Jack froze, his hand still outstretched towards the woman. The growling was getting louder and more intense, and he could feel the vibrations of it reverberating through the walls.

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise, and a section of the wall beside the toilet was torn away. Jack and the woman screamed as they saw what was on the other side.

There was a creature, unlike anything Jack had ever seen before. It was covered in matted fur, with razor-sharp claws and teeth that glinted in the dim light. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural red light, and it snarled and lunged towards them.

Jack instinctively pushed the woman behind him, and he reached out for anything he could use to defend himself. His hand closed around a mop beside the toilet, and he swung it at the creature with all his might. To his surprise, the plunger connected with the creature's head, and it stumbled back, momentarily stunned. Jack seized the opportunity to grab the woman's hand and pull her towards the door.

They burst out of the toilet and ran down the hallway, the creature hot on their heels. Jack could hear it snarling and growling behind them, and he knew they were in grave danger.

As they approached the front of the petrol station, Jack saw a glimmer of hope. A police car was parked outside, with its lights flashing. They were saved. He pushed the woman towards the car and yelled for help. The creature was getting closer, and Jack could feel its hot breath on the back of his neck. But just as it was about to pounce, the police officers emerged from the car, guns drawn.

The creature snarled and backed away, disappearing back into the darkness from which it had come. Jack and the woman collapsed to the ground, panting and shaking with fear.

As the police officers secured the petrol station, Jack couldn't help but wonder what other horrors lurked in the darkness. He knew he would never forget the doom that had come to Chiseldon petrol station.

In the aftermath of the terrifying events at Chiseldon petrol station, Jack was interviewed by the police and local news outlets. He recounted his harrowing experience and described the creature he had encountered in the toilet.

The police conducted a thorough investigation, but they were unable to find any evidence of the creature or its existence. Some people in the village dismissed Jack's story as a fabrication or a hallucination, but others believed him.

For Jack, the experience had been a traumatic one. He struggled to sleep at night, haunted by nightmares of the creature's glowing red eyes and sharp teeth. He eventually sought therapy to help him process his trauma.

Despite the horror he had faced, Jack remained determined to carry on with his life. He continued to manage the petrol station, but he made sure to always keep an eye out for any signs of danger.

As for the woman he had saved, she had vanished once again after the police arrived. Jack never found out who she was or what had happened to her after that night.

In the years that followed, there were rumours and legends about the creature that had terrorized Chiseldon petrol station. Some believed it was a demon or a monster from another world, while others thought it was a product of a government experiment gone wrong.

But for Jack, the truth didn't matter. He knew what he had seen, and he would never forget the fear that had gripped him that night. The doom that had come to Chiseldon petrol station was a memory that would stay with him forever.