Tales from the Gas Station: Volume One

Jack is going to die. As the book goes on, in more than one possible way, but alas, he has this illness that is definitely got good for him. He has a fatal insomnia condition, so it seems logical to do the kind of job where he needs to stay overnight; non-stop gas station attendant. It must be boring, yeah?
Except his workplace is outside a small town in the middle of nowhere, and things are not how they should normally be. Mutated raccoons steal cigarettes if you don't pay attention. Plants looking and moving exactly like human hands are growing outside that you have to burn sometimes or else they rip apart animals (and they scream while they burn). A death cult regularly comes in and buys up all the snacks.
At one point he just decided that hey, writing a blog about his experiences could work. What could go wrong?

Normally I am not super much into horror. I love the mystery parts, where you have the ominous feeling and you don't know what the hell is wrong. But the actual, being chased by the psycho with an axe? Nah. Not for me. Luckily, this was heavily based on the fact this person is telling you his story in first person. To him a bunch of the odd things are perfectly normal to him. He tells you like you would tell someone about a weird guy at work or the leaky coffee machine in the break room.
There is something cool about the almost bored tone. You know. It is what it is, the naked cowboy is in the bathroom again.

The issue with writing a review is, though, that I have no idea what to say that would sell you on this, but wouldn't say too much that is a spoiler OR that just makes me sound deranged.