Body Shop
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"The shopping carts, that was the most of what Sarah remembered from the old factory. They were everywhere, decrepit, rusted, shopping carts. Some had blood dripping from the handlebars, some were twisted in shapes indescribable by human coherence."
Sarah Hunter loves a good mystery. Mostly in books; but occasionally, she went out and solved a mystery that gave her the driver's seat. One time she solved the mystery of why her neighbors dogs were getting sick and costing them a fortune in vet bills.
But lately, there's been some weird disappearances around Midsboro, Oregon. First it was small things, but then people started going missing. Her old third grade teacher left behind a note. Sarah needs to read that note.. she has to.. it may be the difference between the solving of the missing persons, and her being the next target.
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