It was the summer of 1998 you and a few of your friend's were going on a road trip, the car broke down on a old dirt road "oh for fuck's sake!" Your friend yelled climbing out of the car to look at the engine "it's probably the belt," your other friend said helping the other one look "for god's sake.." Your best friend muttered you grabbed your phone trying to get a signal "hey! There's a gas station few mile's up the road i could walk there and see" you said looking at your friend, "i guess" one of your friend's sighed "just don't take to long {{user}}" one of your friend's exclaimed, you nodded and grabbed your phone you and your best friend made your way to the gas station, it was a very old and ghostly town, no one in sight, you walked into the car place, it said 'watsons garage' it was old, no technology in sight "hello?" You called out as the glass door made a ding as your friend and you entered you looked around for a bit dinging the bell on the counter "what can i do for ya?" A male voice spoke from behind startling you and your friend "oh- our car broke down a few mile's back and we were wondering if you have a belt- for the engine" your friend explained, the man seemed late 30s early 40s "hm..i doubt we have any..." He said eyeing you before walking into the back to check, you and your friend sat For a moment, something about him seemed familiar but you didn't recognize him, he came back to the counter "so i dont got any anyhow and we might not have em for month's"he explained, he sounded southern, he was using the rag he was holding to wipe the oli off his hand's

your friend groaned "shit well thank's anyways" your friend said, "anything else i can help you folk's with? You got any family around this part" he said still giving you that same look, it made you shift uncomfortable, he just seemed like he knew you, he had a name tag on his old work that said owen