The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 034 : The Strangest Security Tape I’ve Ever Seen

Episode Date: March 4, 2024

A strange new employee at a gas station in the middle of nowhere….and some security camera tapes.The Strangest Security Tape I’ve Ever SeenWritten by powerhawksmashNarrated by Trevor ShandStarring Conan Freeman as The Agenthttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Strangest_Security_Tape_I%27ve_Ever_SeenCC BY-SAFeaturing Stephen Knowles as The Antique DealerTheme music by The Newton BrothersAdditional music by:CO.AG. ([e-mail]) Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Oh, hello again. I'll be right up. Well, this is an absolute hoot. Even though you can't see me, I'm watching your every move from our new security system we just got installed. Ha ha, ha, ha. A gentleman stopped by the shop last week and offered to set these up in exchange for something he just had to have. I'm sure you can relate. Now, what I found around,

Rather interesting about this man's visit was not the peculiar trade itself, but the fact that the cameras came with a box of tapes that he specifically told me to pass on to you. So insistent, in fact, that he has returned every night since to see that you get them. They are at the heart of a twisted turn of events called The Strangest Security Tape. ever seen. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk. These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant. Recent initiates include Caleb,

Drake the Demon, Jamie Gentry, A. G., Jake Eustace, Haley Bryant, Corn, a foolish samurai, and Squirrel Shinigami. We are ever appreciative

of your devotion to the order. Go to the obsidiancovenant.com to receive the sacrament. Now, where were we? Oh yes Welcome

To the Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings And odd goings on I work at a gas station in rural Pennsylvania It's a boring job But it's pretty easy It pays all right So a few weeks ago This new guy started

I'll call him Jeremy All right Jeremy is weird He's about 25 or 26 He hardly speaks, but he has the creepiest laugh I've ever heard. My boss and I have both noticed this, but it's never been a problem, so there's not much we can do about it. Customers have never complained about him, and he's always done his job fairly well, up until a few weeks ago, anyway.

That's when things started going missing. Employee theft can be a problem at any business that sells consumer goods, and there's only one person working at a time at this gas station. It's a pretty small place. About two weeks ago, my boss started noticing that we were short on motor oil. At first, it was a few containers at a time. Then entire shelves and boxes from the back room. Pretty soon, entire shipments would be gone the day after we got him.

And it would always be right after Jeremy shifts. My boss has checked the security camera tapes from every single night he worked, but he could never catch him in the act. Jeremy would lock up at closing. Then the motor oil would be gone. the next day. My boss usually takes the tapes home with him to try and catch Jeremy stealing, but his daughter had a softball game last night, so he asked me to watch the tape for him.

He offered to pay me overtime, under the table, so obviously I took that offer. There are three cameras, so he gave me three different tapes to check. I figured it would be a long night, but I'm trying to save up for vacation, so I really needed the money. I took the tapes home, popped them in an old VCR, and saw them. sat back. Two days ago, the last time he worked, Jeremy started at 4 p.m. Everything seemed pretty normal at first. He counted up his drawer, switched off with the girl who was working before him, and waited for a customer. The first person who came in was Mrs. Templeton. The timestamp on the

video read 403. A regular. She picked up her cigarettes in a newspaper and paid with a 20. Nothing unusual there. The next customer was some local guy named Ron. He'd drive. a motorcycle, usually comes in every few days. He filled up his tank, got a bag of beef jerky, paid with his credit card, and then left. Next was some guy with a cowboy hat. I'd never seen him before, but we had plenty of strangers passing through, just like at any gas station. He got 40 bucks worth of diesel fuel, paid with a $100 bill, and went on his way. The only thing more boring than doing this job is watching someone else do it.

My boss's offer was enough to keep me watching, though, so I left the tape on. Everything seemed pretty normal. I had a feeling that if Jeremy was stealing motor oil, he knew we were suspicious of him by now. I didn't expect him to be dumb enough to let us catch him on camera. Things stayed boring and routine. Until about 5 o'clock. At 503, Mrs. Templeton came back in.

She must have forgotten something, but she didn't. She bought the same pack of cigarettes as before, and the same newspaper. She paid with a number. another 20. That's odd, but then again, she's a little absent-minded. I thought Jeremy should have told her she already got her smokes, but it's not against the rules to sell somebody the same thing twice,

so I give him that. That's when Ron came in again. Yeah, he bought another tank of gas for his motorcycle again. I later checked the outdoor camera because I thought maybe he had another car he wanted to fill up or something, and the same pack of beef jerky. He paid with his credit card. Again. No big deal. I figured this is just maybe a weird coincidence. Mrs. Templeton is forgetful and Ron probably owns more than one Harley.

That's when the guy in the cowboy hat came back in. I felt the chill run down my spine. Good diesel. He got 40 bucks worth of diesel fuel and paid with another $100 bill. Every move he made was identical to his first visit, right down to the way he scratched his nose before he walked out. Either this guy's rich, owns a lot of trucks and just moved into town, or something really bizarre was happening. I kept watching.

Every customer for the next hour was the same as before. Every single one. I was seriously freaked out. And then at 603, Mrs. Templeton walked. She bought her cigarettes and newspaper and paid her 20 again. I thought I was going to lose it. I only watched another half hour before I started fast-forwarding through the rest. It was all the same.

Every customer would come in at the exact same times, exactly one hour apart. Now I know what you're thinking. That sneaky motherfucker Jeremy had messed with the tapes. He'd run a loop of his first hour of business over and over. That wasn't the case. There are windows around the cash register area that the camera covers. And I watched the sunlight fade as time ran on.

Jeremy's routine didn't loop over. He swept, mopped, restocked, and did all his duties exactly how you would expect. But the same customers kept coming in. I was panicking at this point. Something was seriously wrong with what I was seeing, and I had no explanation for it. I skipped ahead to when he locked up and walked out to his car. He hadn't stolen anything, but I kept watching just to make sure. I fast forwarded one last time

At exactly 1203 Out of nowhere Jeremy's face pops up on camera I don't mean he moved his head into view I mean that one second the store was empty And the next his face was all I could see He wasn't looking at the camera

He was looking I was sure of it I screamed and thumbled for the remote By the time I grabbed it He was gone Just as soon as he had left One frame he was there, the next he wasn't. The other indoor camera shows the back area by the cash register,

and I'd be able to see how he got up to put his face in the camera like that. I skipped ahead to 1203, but there was nothing. I would have been able to see him standing on a chair or something on this tape, but he wasn't there. I didn't see him enter the store at all after he left. It's like he wasn't really there. He doesn't know this. security code, and no alarms were triggered that night after he locked up.

What I did see, however, was that at 1203, the motor oil vanished off the shelf. All of it, the same as Jeremy's face. One second it was there, and the next, it wasn't. I turned that tape off and went to bed. I didn't get a wink of sleep. My body is exhausted right now, but my mind is racing. That tape was undoubtedly the creepiest, most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life. I work in a few hours. My boss asked me to bring the tapes back in and let him know what I found, but really, what the hell am I going to say?

Jeremy works the night shift tonight directly after me, and the plan is for my boss to come in just before I leave and confront him with me, as I'm supposed to be the one who caught him stealing. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I suppose I'll have to show my boss the tapes, but ever want to see something like that. Never again. I get the image of Jeremy just smiling directly into the camera.

Out of my mind. It was the creepiest look I've ever seen on another human being's face. Anyway, I'm going to try again to get some last minute's sleep before I have to go in and deal with this, and I'll let you know what happens. Friend, my apologies for the interruption, but the camera in the stock room is detecting motion. Thing is, there is no one else here but you and I. Let me go check in on our uninvited guest, and I'll be right back.

Leave a message. I've listened to the show for a long time and just wanted to say thank you for it. I have a long drive, and I work by myself at night. in a very old building that has its own sinister and haunted happening. And I listened to it while I work, really amps things up. Thanks again. What if I told you that what I saw just now in the back, in that stock room, would change everything you thought you knew about the very fabric of reality itself.

Something where, in its presence, not only would your mind, plunge wildly into madness from overwhelming incomprehension, but your entire biology would collapse in, under, and through itself, in an attempt to even make sense of it. Listen, whatever happens, whatever I say, even if I am begging you, do not let me go back there again. For now, let's get back to the tapes, shall we? Update, 249 p.m. Updating from my phone, apologies in advance for any errors. My boss just finished watching the last of the tapes.

I told him what to expect, but you really can't prepare someone for something like that. He's scared shitless. I still am too. And Jeremy is due to come in at four. We've got a little over an hour to get a little over an hour to get a lot. our shit together. But neither one of us knows what to say to him. Is he just a fucked up guy who likes to steal motor oil and scare the shit out of people?

Or is he something else? I don't know if this is crazy. But do you think he could have anything to do with the time loop? My boss said he never noticed anything like that in the other tapes. But the way he popped up in this one made me think he knew I would be watching. It's like he wanted me to see what he could do, like he was showing off or something. The way he smiled into the camera was like a little kid showing you a sandcastle they just built or something. I don't know.

I probably sound crazy. I sure feel the part. I'm going to talk to my boss some more. We have to calm ourselves down and figure out how to handle this. I'll update again tonight, but I have a really bad feeling about how this is going to play out. Update 4.33 p.m. No sign of Jeremy. tried calling him, but his phone has been disconnected.

We're calling the police. Update 5.33 p.m. No sign of Jeremy. Tried calling him, but his phone has been disconnected. We're calling the police. Update 6.33 p.m. No sign of Jeremy. Tried calling him, but his phone has been disconnected.

We're calling the police. Update 7.33 p.m. No sign of Jeremy. Tried calling him, but his phone has been disconnected. We're calling the police. Update 8.33 p.m. No sign of Jeremy. Tried calling him, but his phone has been disconnected.

We're calling the police. Update 10.58 p.m. Holy shit. Holy shit. I just got home and listened to my previous updates. Things make less sense now than ever. Here's what I can tell you. I went to work.

Jeremy never showed up. My boss and I decided to call the police, as you were fucking aware. when I picked up the phone to call though the sun went out I shit you not that's what I thought happened apparently I blacked out for exactly

five fucking hours because when I looked at the clock it was 933 I think I got stuck in Jeremy's time loop and then I snapped out of it at the exact point I blacked out if that makes any sense whatsoever but that's when things got really my boss was right next

to me when I blacked out ready to corroborate my story to the cops when I came to the phone was in my hand But it was dead. Not even at dial. My boss was still right there, but he wasn't moving. He was standing up, but frozen. I looked at the clock again, and it wasn't moving.

The second hand was stuck on the 12. It was 933 exactly. The clock on the register. Computer screen wasn't moving either. My phone was frozen. There was even a customer at the register waiting for my boss to get him cigarettes. I'm betting that would have been his fifth back.

Fuck out of there. Didn't lock up, didn't turn the lights out, and sorry, sorry, I didn't grab the security tapes to upload on the internet. a descend to you. Believe me, that was the last thing on my mind. The gas station is on a major highway and cars were parked all along it, except they weren't parked. They were frozen. The people inside were sitting still as wax statues. I got in my car and prayed that it would start, but thankfully it did.

Halfway home, time started up again. The static from the radio turned into music like it's supposed to be. and from what I could tell by listening to the host talking between songs, no one noticed the time freeze, or whatever it was. I was the only one. I'm sure Jeremy noticed as well. I still have no clue where he is or what he's doing. I'm hiding in my room and calling the police again in the morning.

I don't know if I ever got through to them before or if I did, whether they took me seriously. I'm scared for my life at this point tomorrow if I can't. Final update, 10.33 a.m. I finally fell asleep last night around 4. I have no idea how I did it. I guess exhaustion finally got the best of me. This morning I woke up to my phone ringing.

It was my boss. He'd been calling me since about six. He woke up when time turned back on last night and immediately called the cops. They came by to see it was wrong and he told him everything. The police around here are all small-time guys. They were more concerned with the missing motor oil than anything. But my boss figured he would take it as long as he had their attention.

they decided to go look for Jeremy. We keep all our employees' applications on file, and since Jeremy just started working here, his was really easy to find. They checked the address on it, and headed over to his house. You're not going to believe. The address Jeremy listed on his application

was an empty line, or at least now it is. There used to be a house there, but it burned down in 1993. Being a small town, almost everyone remembers that fire. A family of four used to live there way back when. Rumor has it that they had an estranged son who they never really talked about. But I can't say for sure if that's true.

What I can say is true is that after an insurance investigation, the fire was ruled an arson. The entire house was soaked in oil and torched with a Molotov cocktail. The entire family was soaked. sleeping when it happened. None of them survived. They never caught the guy who did it. Rumor has it that when they tried to contact the estranged son, no one could find him. My boss called and told me this, and I freaked out. Then he asked me to come to the gas station. What are you fucking crazy? I said. But he assured me that the cops were there with him.

Then he dropped up by. I were also in town. And they were going to talk to me one way or another. So I might as well come in. It was about 715 or so, and I wanted to go back to bed, but I figured I wouldn't be able to sleep much more anyway. So I went down. Four men in suits greeted me and told me to have a seat. We went over everything two or three times until they got all the details down. I told them about Jeremy. The security tape, last night at work, everything.

Finally, after I finished, one of the agents said, Ah, Christ, we've got another one on our hands. Then they made me sign a bunch of paper. is saying I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened. So, I can't say much more. I might be breaking the law just by recording this. So now, I'm home. I'm not sure what to do with myself.

That agent's words, when I told him the story, are going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Anyway, I got to go. I got some errands to run today, and then I have to go into work to pick up some tapes. My boss and I think this new guy, Jeremy, he's a complete creep, stealing motor oil.

I have to watch the security footage to see if I can catch him doing it. I have better things to do. My boss is paying me overtime, under the table, right? And I'm trying to save up for vacation, so I could really use the money. It should be pretty simple. The oil always goes missing right after his shifts. I figure I'll just watch the tapes, catch him in the act, and that'll be that. Thank you for your patronage.

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