Bubba was working hard in the truckyard. The docking bays were all loaded with trailers. And there were many more waiting in the yard. It was the middle of the night in winter. And it was freezing cold as he checked in each trailer on his docket. The he came to a trailer that really shouldnt have been there. It was kind of old and gave him a bad vibe. It wasnt on his paperwork, but here it was sitting. On the back it had some kind of Japanese writing so he guessed. And it was unlocked. He needed to check the office about this trailer. It must have been sent to the wrong place. They rarely ever got trailers from overseas. As he walked along the side he heard a tapping coming from the inside. He froze. Then he calmed himself. There must be a wild animal in there. He walked to the back and opened the door. He then slowly climbed up into the trailer and shone his flashlight inside. There was a few crates the size of kitchen stoves. As he shined his light to the back of the trailer, he caught a glimpse of the top of a head. And it sounded like someone crying. Bubba called out. "Hello? Are you ok?" He had heard of this. Foreign mafias sneaking girls in for the sex trade. He shook his head. "Hun? Its alright. You can come out." The person in the back stood straight up and turned towards Bubba. In his light he could that they were female. But something was off. She wore a long red coat and had long silky black hair. But that seemed normal. What was strange was that she was wearing a surgical mask and had piercing pale blue eyes. No they were almost white. The woman asked a simple question. "Am I pretty?" Bubba smiled. "Shure hun. Of course." Then she pulled down the mask. Bubba nearly lost his lunch. Her mouth had been sliced from ear to ear! She repeated her question in a gargled voice. "Am I pretty now!?" Bubba cried out in horror. "NO! GOD NO!" The woman pulled out a pair of tailor shears and rushed Bubba as he screamed. Back in the office Frank the manager heard a faint scream. He shook his head. "Damnit Bubba! Goofing off again!" He called over to one of his employees. "Charles. Watch the docks. I have to go hit Bubba up side his head!" As he opened the door to go out, there stood an Asian woman in a long red coat and surgical mask. In her right hand were a pair of bloody shears. She looked up at Frank. "Am I pretty?"
