ClancyPasta | Internet Horror Stories
Sep 16, 2026 · 16 min · 9 segments
"...suddenly, the lights were out..." CLANCYPASTA PRESENTS ► "Something visited me during a power outage" written by AsDeathBeckons, narrated by ClancyPasta Here are ways to support the podcast if…
I had to swerve to avoid hitting a deer that had suddenly emerged from the tree line on the side of the road.
Swearing under my breath as my heart pounded, I glanced up into my rearview mirror.
The deer was watching me drive away.
My co-worker, an older woman named Beth, tried to pretend not to be annoyed once I finally got there.
I apologized profusely, but she said her goodbyes and headed out.
I inspected the four pumps we had outside, making it back inside just in time to avoid the rain.
As thunder boomed overhead, I walked to the store, making sure everything was properly stocked and the snack machines were running smoothly.
I had a few customers stop by, but the storm only seemed to be getting worse, and eventually the road was completely empty.
I snapped out of my digital trance enough to grab a hot dog, but noticed that my phone was on its last breath.
My charger, of course, was in the car, and it sure as hell wasn't going outside.
I lowered my head under the counter, but one of my co-workers had taken the community charger.
Assholes.
The building seemed to shake from the next round of thunder, and suddenly, the lights were out.
I sat up, looking around for the flashlight.
Instead, I found a dark figure standing in front of the counter.
I gasped,
falling back in my chair.
Somehow, this hunk of wood that had survived since the Ice Age finally splintered under the weight of my fall.
I sprung up, staring in confusion and apprehension at the person standing before me.
He wore a black cloak, his hood raised.
His face, round and bearded, was barely visible.
He was tall, and for the life of me, I cannot tell you how he had gotten there without me noticing.
I had not heard the jingle of the front door, and even if he had somehow bypassed that, I had only been below the counter for a second or two.
What unnerved me the most, though, was that he seemed to be completely dry.
I had to swerve to avoid hitting a deer that had suddenly emerged from the tree line on the side of the road.
Swearing under my breath as my heart pounded, I glanced up into my rearview mirror.
The deer was watching me drive away.
My co-worker, an older woman named Beth, tried to pretend not to be annoyed once I finally got there.
I apologized profusely, but she said her goodbyes and headed out.
I inspected the four pumps we had outside, making it back inside just in time to avoid the rain.
As thunder boomed overhead, I walked to the store, making sure everything was properly stocked and the snack machines were running smoothly.
I had a few customers stop by, but the storm only seemed to be getting worse, and eventually the road was completely empty.
I snapped out of my digital trance enough to grab a hot dog, but noticed that my phone was on its last breath.
My charger, of course, was in the car, and it sure as hell wasn't going outside.
I lowered my head under the counter, but one of my co-workers had taken the community charger.
Assholes.
The building seemed to shake from the next round of thunder, and suddenly, the lights were out.
I sat up, looking around for the flashlight.
Instead, I found a dark figure standing in front of the counter.
I gasped,
falling back in my chair.
Somehow, this hunk of wood that had survived since the Ice Age finally splintered under the weight of my fall.
I sprung up, staring in confusion and apprehension at the person standing before me.
He wore a black cloak, his hood raised.
His face, round and bearded, was barely visible.
He was tall, and for the life of me, I cannot tell you how he had gotten there without me noticing.
I had not heard the jingle of the front door, and even if he had somehow bypassed that, I had only been below the counter for a second or two.
What unnerved me the most, though, was that he seemed to be completely dry.
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