Hope you're hungry. It's time for seconds. Nightmare Soup 2 contains longer, scarier stories with the same type of horrific illustrations you loved from the original.
"Well, looks like I'm going to die in about 70 years from a heart attack. I'll be 87 then." Ryan looked up from his phone and smirked.
"Mine says 94 from natural causes. I can live with that." Kate smiled and then looked at her friend Chris. "What does yours say?"
Chris definitely wasn't smiling. He hesitated for a moment, making sure what he read was correct. "It says I'm going to die tomorrow—that someone named Jack is going to kill me."
There was an obvious fear in Chris's eyes as he stared at "The Death Clock," a popular new app that was making its way around school.
"Oh Chris, it's just a dumb, novelty phone app. It can't actually tell the future."
"I know... I just wasn't expecting it to say I was going to die tomorrow."
"Like I said, it's just a stupid app. They make this stuff, so people will click on the ads that pop up."
"I'm not actually worried. It just kind of creeped me out a bit. That's all."
"Is that why your skin is all pale?" Ryan nudged Chris's shoulder, teasing him.
"Whatever man. Seriously, I'm not worried. Like Kate said, it's just a dumb app."
But Chris did worry about it. He knew it was completely ridiculous, but as every minute ticked towards the next day, he couldn't help but feel a palpable sense of dread.
That night, he couldn't sleep at all. He was just lying in bed watching the hands of the clock slowly inch towards 12:00 am.
"What if someone named Jack breaks in and murders me in my sleep?" he thought to himself.
But as midnight finally arrived, five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty... and Chris started to relax a bit. "What am I doing? This is stupid. It's a cheap phone app."
He then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, as he was driving to school, Chris felt a violent jolt and a loud thud coming from the right side of his car. "Did I just hit something?"
He pulled over to the side of the road and put on his hazard lights. A truck soon pulled up behind him and the driver stepped out.
"Hey kid, you need some help?"
A rough-looking, middle-aged man with a dirty, ragged baseball cap walked up to Chris's car. "You hit that pothole pretty hard back there; I was right behind you. The town really needs to fix that."
"Yeah, I just didn't see it. I think I may have popped my—" Chris's voice trailed off as he glanced at the man's shirt. It was a maintenance uniform with the name tag "Jack" sewn on.
Chris's stomach dropped and twisted, "I uh... I think I'm fine. I don't need any help. Thank you."
"You sure? Looks like you might've bent the rim on the passenger side."
"No, I'm good, thank you anyway."
"Okay, kid. Well, have a nice day." The man walked back to his truck, got in, and drove on down the road. Chris immediately let out a sigh of relief.
He stepped outside the car and walked around to the passenger side. The tire was torn to shreds. "You've got to be kidding me. What a great way to start the morning."
Chris walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk. He grabbed the tire iron, a couple of other tools, and the spare, and then immediately got to work.
As he propped the car up, he noticed a piece of asphalt lodged into the undercarriage. He tried to reach it from the side, but his arm just couldn't reach all the way, so he crawled under just a little bit to try and wedge it loose.
Right as he touched the chunk of rock and pavement, a loud SNAP erupted next to the shredded tire. Chris looked over his shoulder in horror. It happened so fast, that he only had time for one final thought before the vehicle completely crushed him...
"It was the car jack..."
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