The Cement Man

I used to work as a construction worker for building roads and sidewalks. It was quite boring planting cement and tar down as my 8 hour shift so us workers liked to talk alot. One time one of the workers brought up a horrifying story of a worker named Joe Adams he was working the cement planting shift. He poured buckets of cement on the road while a CAT truck quick dried the cement with 320 degrees heaters under the car to quick dry it. It also had huge wheels that can get out of undried cement easily, so pretty much it was the road building machine of the future for us any way. But one time the truck driver became tired as their shift drifted close to 11:00 PM. He decided to put the truck on automatic and the driver quickly drifted into a deep sleep. He was very careless but the other worker who was pouring buckets of cement onto the road trying to make it as efficient as possible was working very hard. All the hard work was tiring and his arms and legs began to feel numb and weak. The driver still asleep layed in the front seat asleep listening to old country songs with his old I Pod and earphones in his ears. The hard working worker yelled at the driver to stop the truck for an inspection. The truck was ona utomatic and the driver was sleeping. The confused worker stepped forward a little and yelled, "STOP THE TRUCK!" He leaned to close and lost his balance and fell on his back sinking into the cement. As scared as he was he struggled to escape but the cement was to sticky. He sank further until the truck caught up with him. He screamed and cried Please stop the truck! No answer as it kept going. The truck got to close and the huge tires rammed through his body dislocating and breaking every bone in the body. He was screaming in excruciating pain but mumbling as the cement began to fill his face. It was painful until he got under the truck the heater was at 320 degrees and it first made the worker sweat enough sweat that it could fill several buckets of sweat. Then his head touched the heater. He mumbled and screamed so loud it could almost be heard by the driver. But the country songs still blasting and him in a deep sleep he could not hear a peep. The heater burnt his bald head black and then ate through layers of the skin until it got to blood as it rushed down his face still in excruciating pain. The cement began to bury him and the heater only dried it fast. Soon his whole body was covered in hardened cement and the workers oxygen was cut off. The heater though was so strong it  still gave the man a feel of burn while suffocating under hardened cement. The truck passed over the suffocating worker as he suffered a slow and painful death. When the truck hit the edge of the cement line the truck auto stopped and turned off. The man still asleep woke up an hour later to see the truck had stopped and it was almost 2 A.M in fear of not getting home to see his wife he grabbed his belongings and dashed out of the truck to his car. He almost didnt even worry about the other worker and what happened to him...

I listened to that story one work day and I thought it was complete bull crap. There had been accidents before but this is out of the ordinary and probably just to add some scares into a boring shift. I did some later reasearch to find that the man had no family to pay for a funeral and nobody found the body. I thought in fear he is still buried there after all this time. As curious as I was at 11 PM the same time as the accident I went to the street still not finished and what looks like dark dried blood laying in the cracks of the concrete. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I shined my flashlight to a specific area I was paralyzed. There right infront of me was a huge opening in the middle of the road with dried blood inside. I felt a tear glide down my eye of sadness until I felt a sharp pain jab into my back. The tear was now of pain. I tried to scream but I was muted. I could not hear myself only the sound of ringing. I turned my head to see a man hard to tell in the darkness he was hardened grey with ripped construction clothes with blood stains on them and black spots all over him. His eye sockets were empty and only revealed darkness. I looked down to see a large knife through my back as I fell over. He jumped on top of me still un able to scream he slowly peeled my skin off. I felt it every last part! He left the eye balls for last carving them out like pumpkins. I still could feel it and somehow could still see the whole scene happening. I then began to speak instead of screaming for help I whimpered, " Why are you doing this " I got no response but instead a message in my head. It was an image of the body under the cement and in my mind the last words I heard were "Stop the truck"

I was dead but could somehow see him skin me alive. He made it into a costume and quickly filtered the remaining skeleton and blood into the same pit his dead body was. He then put on the skin and began to shape it like a normal human being. He soon looked exactly like me! Then he reached for a bucket of cement and dumped it on my skeleton hiding it forever. He then walked away like nothing happened. Everything went black. This man lurks for foolish and vulnerable victims like me roaming around in the dark waiting to steal their flesh remains. But the worst part about my death was even when everythong was black I could still feel pain. Excruciating pain...