Cursed Gas Station

Everything feels normal... Until it doesn't.

Cursed Gas Station is a psychological horror and detailed job simulation experience that interrupts a monotonous night shift with uncanny anomalies.

THE NIGHT SHIFT BEGINS

Wyoming, 1999. Stranded at a decaying gas station on a dead-end highway in the pitch black of night. And you... Cole, who just wants to go home but is trapped in this cursed place.

The rule here is simple: Do your job. This isn't an escape; it's a necessity. You must step out into the suffocating darkness to serve customers and keep the pumps running.

While the cold seeps into your bones, the rhythmic clicking of the fuel pump might be the only friendly sound you hear. But don't let your guard down; the void is watching.

Inside, the register awaits. Scanning items, pumping gas, stocking shelves, and cleaning the filth on the floor is your reality.

This monotonous loop isn't your safe zone; it's your prison. To finish your shift, you must complete this drudgery perfectly.

YOU CANNOT HIDE

But the night plays games. Just when you focus on your work, reality fractures. Lights go out for no reason. The door you just closed swings wide open. The register malfunctions, forcing you to step out from behind the counter.

This is not hide-and-seek. You cannot wait it out or cower in a corner watching events pass. If you want to progress the story and finish your shift, you must step into that darkness, go to the station's secluded corners, and solve the problem at its source.

NO LUXURY FOR MISTAKES

No one cares about the horror you're experiencing; all that matters is the cash balance at the end of the day. Even while your hands tremble with fear, you must perform transactions correctly and meet the quota.

If the register is short, face a brutal choice: Cover the loss from your own pocket at the cost of your progress, or restart the shift. Failure costs you either your hard-earned cash or your sanity.

A past smelling of blood and gasoline permeates the walls of this station. Old newspaper clippings, lost notes, and phone recordings... Is this place cursed, or is your mind playing tricks on you?