Welcome to my book of original horror stories.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Do you worry about the things that go bump in the night?
Did you just double-back to see if that curtain just changed position?
Well, here is my growing collection of fright...
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That Japanese vehicle failed me again. So I left its hazard's flashing a warning of incompetence to those who passed it.
I was sweating profusely in the near darkness. My feet were swelling too. Something like four miles and I finally spied a gas station—a "Mom and Pop" family business. The lights flickered ominously.
'Spooky,' I joked.
I exhaled. The lights vanished completely.
'Crap.'
A shrill scream rang out. My bladder failed—I had soaked my jeans. With a new breath, the lights came on. A bloody pool lay before me.
I exhaled again. Utter darkness. Another scream. Mine.
